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"
Do
you
plan
to
steer
with
this
?
"
Esgred
brushed
the
front
of
his
breeches
once
more
,
and
smiled
as
a
finger
traced
the
iron
outline
of
his
manhood
.
"
Come
back
to
Pyke
with
me
,
"
he
said
suddenly
,
thinking
,
What
will
Lord
Balon
say
?
And
why
should
I
care
?
I
am
a
man
grown
,
if
I
want
to
bring
a
wench
to
bed
it
is
no
one
’
s
business
but
my
own
.
"
And
what
would
I
do
in
Pyke
?
"
Her
hand
stayed
where
it
was
.
"
My
father
will
feast
his
captains
tonight
.
"
He
had
them
to
feast
every
night
,
while
he
waited
for
the
last
stragglers
to
arrive
,
but
Theon
saw
no
need
to
tell
all
that
.
"
Would
you
make
me
your
captain
for
the
night
,
my
lord
prince
?
"
She
had
the
wickedest
smile
he
’
d
ever
seen
on
a
woman
.
"
I
might
.
If
I
knew
you
’
d
steer
me
safe
into
port
.
"
"
Well
,
I
know
which
end
of
the
oar
goes
in
the
sea
,
and
there
’
s
no
one
better
with
ropes
and
knots
.
"
One
-
handed
,
she
undid
the
lacing
of
his
breeches
,
then
grinned
and
stepped
lightly
away
from
him
.
"
A
pity
I
’
m
a
woman
wed
,
and
new
with
child
.
"
Flustered
,
Theon
laced
himself
back
up
.
"
I
need
to
start
back
to
the
castle
.
If
you
do
not
come
with
me
,
I
may
lose
my
way
for
grief
,
and
all
the
islands
would
be
poorer
.
"
"
We
couldn
’
t
have
that
.
.
.
but
I
have
no
horse
,
my
lord
.
"
"
You
could
take
my
squire
’
s
mount
.
"
