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"
And
leave
your
poor
squire
to
walk
all
the
way
to
Pyke
?
"
"
Share
mine
,
then
.
"
"
You
’
d
like
that
well
enough
.
"
The
smile
again
.
"
Now
,
would
I
be
behind
you
,
or
in
front
?
"
"
You
would
be
wherever
you
liked
.
"
"
I
like
to
be
on
top
.
"
Where
has
this
wench
been
all
my
life
?
"
My
father
’
s
hall
is
dim
and
dank
.
It
needs
Esgred
to
make
the
fires
blaze
.
"
"
The
lordling
has
a
honeyed
tongue
.
"
"
Isn
’
t
that
where
we
began
?
"
She
threw
up
her
hands
.
"
And
where
we
end
.
Esgred
is
yours
,
sweet
prince
.
Take
me
to
your
castle
.
Let
me
see
your
proud
towers
rising
from
the
sea
.
"
"
I
left
my
horse
at
the
inn
.
Come
.
"
They
walked
down
the
strand
together
,
and
when
Theon
took
her
arm
,
she
did
not
pull
away
.
He
liked
the
way
she
walked
;
there
was
a
boldness
to
it
,
part
saunter
and
part
sway
,
that
suggested
she
would
be
just
as
bold
beneath
the
blankets
.
