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"
Why
have
longships
ever
hosted
?
"
His
uncle
had
left
the
horses
tied
up
in
front
of
the
waterside
inn
.
When
they
reached
them
,
he
turned
to
Theon
.
"
Tell
me
true
,
nephew
.
Do
you
pray
to
the
wolf
gods
now
?
"
Theon
seldom
prayed
at
all
,
but
that
was
not
something
you
confessed
to
a
priest
,
even
your
father
’
s
own
brother
.
"
Ned
Stark
prayed
to
a
tree
.
No
,
I
care
nothing
for
Stark
’
s
gods
.
"
"
Good
.
Kneel
.
"
The
ground
was
all
stones
and
mud
.
"
Uncle
,
I
—
"
"
Kneel
.
Or
are
you
too
proud
now
,
a
lordling
of
the
green
lands
come
among
us
?
"
Theon
knelt
.
He
had
a
purpose
here
,
and
might
need
Aeron
’
s
help
to
achieve
it
.
A
crown
was
worth
a
little
mud
and
horseshit
on
his
breeches
,
he
supposed
.
"
Bow
your
head
.
"
Lifting
the
skin
,
his
uncle
pulled
the
cork
and
directed
a
thin
stream
of
seawater
down
upon
Theon
’
s
head
.
It
drenched
his
hair
and
ran
over
his
forehead
into
his
eyes
.
Sheets
washed
down
his
cheeks
,
and
a
finger
crept
under
his
cloak
and
doublet
and
down
his
back
,
a
cold
rivulet
along
his
spine
.
The
salt
made
his
eyes
burn
,
until
it
was
all
he
could
do
not
to
cry
out
.
He
could
taste
the
ocean
on
his
lips
.
"
Let
Theon
your
servant
be
born
again
from
the
sea
,
as
you
were
,
"
Aeron
Greyjoy
intoned
.
"
Bless
him
with
salt
,
bless
him
with
stone
,
bless
him
with
steel
.
Nephew
,
do
you
still
know
the
words
?
"
"
What
is
dead
may
never
die
,
"
Theon
said
,
remembering
.
"
What
is
dead
may
never
die
,
"
his
uncle
echoed
,
"
but
rises
again
,
harder
and
stronger
.
Stand
.
"
Theon
stood
,
blinking
back
tears
from
the
salt
in
his
eyes
.
Wordless
,
his
uncle
corked
the
waterskin
,
untied
his
horse
,
and
mounted
.
Theon
did
the
same
.
They
set
off
together
,
leaving
the
inn
and
the
harbor
behind
them
,
up
past
the
castle
of
Lord
Botley
into
the
stony
hills
.
The
priest
ventured
no
further
word
.
