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"
I
would
know
his
plans
now
.
"
"
From
me
,
you
shall
not
.
We
are
commanded
not
to
speak
of
this
to
any
man
.
"
"
Even
to
me
?
"
Theon
’
s
anger
flared
.
He
’
d
led
men
in
war
,
hunted
with
a
king
,
won
honor
in
tourney
melees
,
ridden
with
Brynden
Blackfish
and
Greatjon
Umber
,
fought
in
the
Whispering
Wood
,
bedded
more
girls
than
he
could
name
,
and
yet
this
uncle
was
treating
him
as
though
he
were
still
a
child
of
ten
.
"
If
my
father
makes
plans
for
war
,
I
must
know
of
them
.
I
am
not
‘
any
man
,
’
I
am
heir
to
Pyke
and
the
Iron
Islands
.
"
"
As
to
that
,
"
his
uncle
said
,
"
we
shall
see
.
"
The
words
were
a
slap
in
the
face
.
"
We
shall
see
?
My
brothers
are
both
dead
.
I
am
my
lord
father
’
s
only
living
son
.
"
"
Your
sister
lives
.
"
Asha
,
he
thought
,
confounded
.
She
was
three
years
older
than
Theon
,
yet
still
.
.
.
"
A
woman
may
inherit
only
if
there
is
no
male
heir
in
the
direct
line
,
"
he
insisted
loudly
.
"
I
will
not
be
cheated
of
my
rights
,
I
warn
you
.
"
His
uncle
grunted
.
"
You
warn
a
servant
of
the
Drowned
God
,
boy
?
You
have
forgotten
more
than
you
know
.
And
you
are
a
great
fool
if
you
believe
your
lord
father
will
ever
hand
these
holy
islands
over
to
a
Stark
.
Now
be
silent
.
The
ride
is
long
enough
without
your
magpie
chatterings
.
"
Theon
held
his
tongue
,
though
not
without
struggle
.
So
that
is
the
way
of
it
,
he
thought
.
As
if
ten
years
in
Winterfell
could
make
a
Stark
.
Lord
Eddard
had
raised
him
among
his
own
children
,
but
Theon
had
never
been
one
of
them
.
The
whole
castle
,
from
Lady
Stark
to
the
lowliest
kitchen
scullion
,
knew
he
was
hostage
to
his
father
’
s
good
behavior
,
and
treated
him
accordingly
.
Even
the
bastard
Jon
Snow
had
been
accorded
more
honor
than
he
had
.
