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"
It
is
my
plan
,
not
Robb
’
s
,
"
Theon
said
proudly
.
Mine
,
as
the
victory
will
be
mine
,
and
in
time
the
crown
.
"
I
will
lead
the
attack
myself
,
if
it
please
you
.
As
my
reward
I
would
ask
that
you
grant
me
Casterly
Rock
for
my
own
seat
,
once
we
have
taken
it
from
the
Lannisters
.
"
With
the
Rock
,
he
could
hold
Lannisport
and
the
golden
lands
of
the
west
.
It
would
mean
wealth
and
power
such
as
House
Greyjoy
had
never
known
.
"
You
reward
yourself
handsomely
for
a
notion
and
a
few
lines
of
scribbling
.
"
His
father
read
the
letter
again
.
"
The
pup
says
nothing
about
a
reward
.
Only
that
you
speak
for
him
,
and
I
am
to
listen
,
and
give
him
my
sails
and
swords
,
and
in
return
he
will
give
me
a
crown
.
"
His
flinty
eyes
lifted
to
meet
his
son
’
s
.
"
He
will
give
me
a
crown
,
"
he
repeated
,
his
voice
growing
sharp
.
"
A
poor
choice
of
words
,
what
is
meant
is
—
"
"
What
is
meant
is
what
is
said
.
The
boy
will
give
me
a
crown
.
And
what
is
given
can
be
taken
away
.
"
Lord
Balon
tossed
the
letter
onto
the
brazier
,
atop
the
necklace
.
The
parchment
curled
,
blackened
,
and
took
flame
.
Theon
was
aghast
.
"
Have
you
gone
mad
?
"
His
father
laid
a
stinging
backhand
across
his
cheek
.
"
Mind
your
tongue
.
You
are
not
in
Winterfell
now
,
and
I
am
not
Robb
the
Boy
,
that
you
should
speak
to
me
so
.
I
am
the
Greyjoy
,
Lord
Reaper
of
Pyke
,
King
of
Salt
and
Rock
,
Son
of
the
Sea
Wind
,
and
no
man
gives
me
a
crown
.
I
pay
the
iron
price
.
I
will
take
my
crown
,
as
Urron
Redhand
did
five
thousand
years
ago
.
"
Theon
edged
backward
,
away
from
the
sudden
fury
in
his
father
’
s
tone
.
"
Take
it
,
then
,
"
he
spat
,
his
cheek
still
tingling
.
"
Call
yourself
King
of
the
Iron
islands
,
no
one
will
care
.
.
.
until
the
wars
are
over
,
and
the
victor
looks
about
and
spies
the
old
fool
perched
off
his
shore
with
an
iron
crown
on
his
head
.
"
Lord
Balon
laughed
.
"
Well
,
at
the
least
you
are
no
craven
.
No
more
than
I
’
m
a
fool
.
Do
you
think
I
gather
my
ships
to
watch
them
rock
at
anchor
?
I
mean
to
carve
out
a
kingdom
with
fire
and
sword
.
.
.
but
not
from
the
west
,
and
not
at
the
bidding
of
King
Robb
the
Boy
.
Casterly
Rock
is
too
strong
,
and
Lord
Tywin
too
cunning
by
half
.
Aye
,
we
might
take
Lannisport
,
but
we
should
never
keep
it
.
No
.
I
hunger
for
a
different
plum
.
.
not
so
juicy
sweet
,
to
be
sure
,
yet
it
hangs
there
ripe
and
undefended
.
"
Where
?
Theon
might
have
asked
,
but
by
then
he
knew
.
