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She
dropped
her
eyes
,
suddenly
shy
,
but
did
as
he
bid
her
.
When
the
heavy
garment
,
sodden
with
spray
,
fell
from
her
shoulders
to
the
deck
,
she
gave
him
a
little
bow
and
smiled
anxiously
.
She
looked
rather
stupid
when
she
smiled
,
but
he
had
never
required
a
woman
to
be
clever
.
"
Come
here
,
"
he
told
her
.
She
did
.
"
I
have
never
seen
the
Iron
Islands
.
"
"
Count
yourself
fortunate
.
"
Theon
stroked
her
hair
.
It
was
fine
and
dark
,
though
the
wind
had
made
a
tangle
of
it
.
"
The
islands
are
stern
and
stony
places
,
scant
of
comfort
and
bleak
of
prospect
.
Death
is
never
far
here
,
and
life
is
mean
and
meager
.
Men
spend
their
nights
drinking
ale
and
arguing
over
whose
lot
is
worse
,
the
fisherfolk
who
fight
the
sea
or
the
farmers
who
try
and
scratch
a
crop
from
the
poor
thin
soil
.
If
truth
be
told
,
the
miners
have
it
worse
than
either
,
breaking
their
backs
down
in
the
dark
,
and
for
what
?
Iron
,
lead
,
tin
,
those
are
our
treasures
.
Small
wonder
the
ironmen
of
old
turned
to
raiding
.
"
The
stupid
girl
did
not
seem
to
be
listening
.
"
I
could
go
ashore
with
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
would
,
if
it
please
you
.
.
.
"
"
You
could
go
ashore
,
"
Theon
agreed
,
squeezing
her
breast
,
"
but
not
with
me
,
I
fear
.
"
"
I
’
d
work
in
your
castle
,
milord
.
I
can
clean
fish
and
bake
bread
and
churn
butter
.
Father
says
my
peppercrab
stew
is
the
best
he
’
s
ever
tasted
.
You
could
find
me
a
place
in
your
kitchens
and
I
could
make
you
peppercrab
stew
.
"
"
And
warm
my
bed
by
night
?
"
He
reached
for
the
laces
of
her
bodice
and
began
to
undo
them
,
his
fingers
deft
and
practiced
.
"
Once
I
might
have
carried
you
home
as
a
prize
,
and
kept
you
to
wife
whether
you
willed
it
or
no
.
The
ironmen
of
old
did
such
things
.
A
man
had
his
rock
wife
,
his
true
bride
,
ironborn
like
himself
,
but
he
had
his
salt
wives
too
,
women
captured
on
raids
.
"
The
girl
’
s
eyes
grew
wide
,
and
not
because
he
had
bared
her
breasts
.
"
I
would
be
your
salt
wife
,
milord
.
"
"
I
fear
those
days
are
gone
.
"
Theon
’
s
finger
circled
one
heavy
teat
,
spiraling
in
toward
the
fat
brown
nipple
.
"
No
longer
may
we
ride
the
wind
with
fire
and
sword
,
taking
what
we
want
.
Now
we
scratch
in
the
ground
and
toss
lines
in
the
sea
like
other
men
,
and
count
ourselves
lucky
if
we
have
salt
cod
and
porridge
enough
to
get
us
through
a
winter
.
"
He
took
her
nipple
in
his
mouth
,
and
bit
it
until
she
gasped
.
