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Theon
swept
his
cloak
off
its
peg
and
over
his
shoulders
.
"
Fathers
are
like
that
,
"
he
admitted
as
he
pinned
the
folds
with
a
silver
clasp
.
"
Tell
him
he
should
be
pleased
.
As
many
times
as
I
’
ve
fucked
you
,
you
’
re
likely
with
child
.
It
’
s
not
every
man
who
has
the
honor
of
raising
a
king
’
s
bastard
.
"
She
looked
at
him
stupidly
,
so
he
left
her
there
.
The
Myraham
was
rounding
a
wooded
point
.
Below
the
pine
-
clad
bluffs
,
a
dozen
fishing
boats
were
pulling
in
their
nets
.
The
big
cog
stayed
well
out
from
them
,
tacking
.
Theon
moved
to
the
bow
for
a
better
view
.
He
saw
the
castle
first
,
the
stronghold
of
the
Botleys
.
When
he
was
a
boy
it
had
been
timber
and
wattle
,
but
Robert
Baratheon
had
razed
that
structure
to
the
ground
.
Lord
Sawane
had
rebuilt
in
stone
,
for
now
a
small
square
keep
crowned
the
hill
.
Pale
green
flags
drooped
from
the
squat
corner
towers
,
each
emblazoned
with
a
shoal
of
silvery
fish
.
Beneath
the
dubious
protection
of
the
fish
-
ridden
little
castle
lay
the
village
of
Lordsport
,
its
harbor
aswarm
with
ships
.
When
last
he
’
d
seen
Lordsport
,
it
had
been
a
smoking
wasteland
,
the
skeletons
of
burnt
longships
and
smashed
galleys
littering
the
stony
shore
like
the
bones
of
dead
leviathans
,
the
houses
no
more
than
broken
walls
and
cold
ashes
.
After
ten
years
,
few
traces
of
the
war
remained
.
The
smallfolk
had
built
new
hovels
with
the
stones
of
the
old
,
and
cut
fresh
sod
for
their
roofs
.
A
new
inn
had
risen
beside
the
landing
,
twice
the
size
of
the
old
one
,
with
a
lower
story
of
cut
stone
and
two
upper
stories
of
timber
.
The
sept
beyond
had
never
been
rebuilt
,
though
;
only
a
seven
-
sided
foundation
remained
where
it
had
stood
.
Robert
Baratheon
’
s
fury
had
soured
the
ironmen
’
s
taste
for
the
new
gods
,
it
would
seem
.
Theon
was
more
interested
in
ships
than
gods
.
Among
the
masts
of
countless
fishing
boats
,
he
spied
a
Tyroshi
trading
galley
off
-
loading
beside
a
lumbering
Ibbenese
cog
with
her
black
-
tarred
hull
.
A
great
number
of
longships
,
fifty
or
sixty
at
the
least
,
stood
out
to
sea
or
lay
beached
on
the
pebbled
shore
to
the
north
.
Some
of
the
sails
bore
devices
from
the
other
islands
;
the
blood
moon
of
Wynch
,
Lord
Goodbrother
’
s
banded
black
warhorn
,
Harlaw
’
s
silver
scythe
.
Theon
searched
for
his
uncle
Euron
’
s
Silence
.
Of
that
lean
and
terrible
red
ship
he
saw
no
sign
,
but
his
father
’
s
Great
Kraken
was
there
,
her
bow
ornamented
with
a
grey
iron
ram
in
the
shape
of
its
namesake
.
Had
Lord
Balon
anticipated
him
and
called
the
Greyjoy
banners
?
His
hand
went
inside
his
cloak
again
,
to
the
oilskin
pouch
.
No
one
knew
of
his
letter
but
Robb
Stark
;
they
were
no
fools
,
to
entrust
their
secrets
to
a
bird
.
Still
,
Lord
Balon
was
no
fool
either
.
He
might
well
have
guessed
why
his
son
was
coming
home
at
long
last
,
and
acted
accordingly
.
The
thought
did
not
please
him
.
His
father
’
s
war
was
long
done
,
and
lost
.
This
was
Theon
’
s
hour
—
his
plan
,
his
glory
,
and
in
time
his
crown
.
Yet
if
the
longships
are
hosting
.
.
.
It
might
be
only
a
caution
,
now
that
he
thought
on
it
.
A
defensive
move
,
lest
the
war
spill
out
across
the
sea
.
Old
men
were
cautious
by
nature
.
His
father
was
old
now
,
and
so
too
his
uncle
Victarion
,
who
commanded
the
Iron
Fleet
.
His
uncle
Euron
was
a
different
song
,
to
be
sure
,
but
the
Silence
did
not
seem
to
be
in
port
.
It
’
s
all
for
the
good
,
Theon
told
himself
.
This
way
,
I
shall
be
able
to
strike
all
the
more
quickly
.
As
the
Myraham
made
her
way
landward
,
Theon
paced
the
deck
restlessly
,
scanning
the
shore
.
He
had
not
thought
to
find
Lord
Balon
himself
at
quayside
,
but
surely
his
father
would
have
sent
someone
to
meet
him
.
Sylas
Sourmouth
the
steward
,
Lord
Botley
,
perhaps
even
Dagmer
Cleftjaw
.
It
would
be
good
to
look
on
Dagmer
’
s
hideous
old
face
again
.
It
was
not
as
though
they
had
no
word
of
his
arrival
.
Robb
had
sent
ravens
from
Riverrun
,
and
when
they
’
d
found
no
longship
at
Seagard
,
Jason
Mallister
had
sent
his
own
birds
to
Pyke
,
supposing
that
Robb
’
s
were
lost
.
