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Lord
Eddard
had
tried
to
play
the
father
from
time
to
time
,
but
to
Theon
he
had
always
remained
the
man
who
’
d
brought
blood
and
fire
to
Pyke
and
taken
him
from
his
home
.
As
a
boy
,
he
had
lived
in
fear
of
Stark
’
s
stern
face
and
great
dark
sword
.
His
wife
was
,
if
anything
,
even
more
distant
and
suspicious
.
As
for
their
children
,
the
younger
ones
had
been
mewling
babes
for
most
of
his
years
at
Winterfell
.
Only
Robb
and
his
baseborn
half
-
brother
Jon
Snow
had
been
old
enough
to
be
worth
his
notice
.
The
bastard
was
a
sullen
boy
,
quick
to
sense
a
slight
,
jealous
of
Theon
’
s
high
birth
and
Robb
’
s
regard
for
him
.
For
Robb
himself
,
Theon
did
have
a
certain
affection
,
as
for
a
younger
brother
.
.
.
but
it
would
be
best
not
to
mention
that
.
In
Pyke
,
it
would
seem
,
the
old
wars
were
still
being
fought
.
That
ought
not
surprise
him
.
The
Iron
Islands
lived
in
the
past
;
the
present
was
too
hard
and
bitter
to
be
borne
.
Besides
,
his
father
and
uncles
were
old
,
and
the
old
lords
were
like
that
;
they
took
their
dusty
feuds
to
the
grave
,
forgetting
nothing
and
forgiving
less
.
It
had
been
the
same
with
the
Mallisters
,
his
companions
on
the
ride
from
Riverrun
to
Seagard
.
Patrek
Mallister
was
not
too
ill
a
fellow
;
they
shared
a
taste
for
wenches
,
wine
,
and
hawking
.
But
when
old
Lord
Jason
saw
his
heir
growing
overly
fond
of
Theon
’
s
company
,
he
had
taken
Patrek
aside
to
remind
him
that
Seagard
had
been
built
to
defend
the
coast
against
reavers
from
the
Iron
islands
,
the
Greyjoys
of
Pyke
chief
among
them
.
Their
Booming
Tower
was
named
for
its
immense
bronze
bell
,
rung
of
old
to
call
the
townsfolk
and
farmhands
into
the
castle
when
longships
were
sighted
on
the
western
horizon
.
"
Never
mind
that
the
bell
has
been
rung
just
once
in
three
hundred
years
,
"
Patrek
had
told
Theon
the
day
after
,
as
he
shared
his
father
’
s
cautions
and
a
jug
of
green
-
apple
wine
.
"
When
my
brother
stormed
Seagard
,
"
Theon
said
.
Lord
Jason
had
slain
Rodrik
Greyjoy
under
the
walls
of
the
castle
,
and
thrown
the
ironmen
back
into
the
bay
.
"
If
your
father
supposes
I
bear
him
some
enmity
for
that
,
it
’
s
only
because
he
never
knew
Rodrik
.
"
They
had
a
laugh
over
that
as
they
raced
ahead
to
an
amorous
young
miller
’
s
wife
that
Patrek
knew
.
Would
that
Patrek
were
with
me
now
.
Mallister
or
no
,
he
was
a
more
amiable
riding
companion
than
this
sour
old
priest
that
his
uncle
Aeron
had
turned
into
.
The
path
they
rode
wound
up
and
up
,
into
bare
and
stony
hills
.
Soon
they
were
out
of
sight
of
the
sea
,
though
the
smell
of
salt
still
hung
sharp
in
the
damp
air
.
They
kept
a
steady
plodding
pace
,
past
a
shepherd
’
s
croft
and
the
abandoned
workings
of
a
mine
.
This
new
,
holy
Aeron
Greyjoy
was
not
much
for
talk
.
They
rode
in
a
gloom
of
silence
.
Finally
Theon
could
suffer
it
no
longer
.
"
Robb
Stark
is
Lord
of
Winterfell
now
,
"
he
said
.
Aeron
rode
on
.
"
One
wolf
is
much
like
the
other
.
"
"
Robb
has
broken
fealty
with
the
Iron
Throne
and
crowned
himself
King
in
the
North
.
There
’
s
war
.
"
