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Lordsport
was
as
crowded
as
he
’
d
ever
seen
it
,
swarming
with
the
crews
of
the
longships
that
lined
the
pebbled
shore
and
rode
at
anchor
well
out
past
the
breakwater
.
Ironmen
did
not
bend
their
knees
often
nor
easily
,
but
Theon
noted
that
oarsmen
and
townfolk
alike
grew
quiet
as
they
passed
,
and
acknowledged
him
with
respectful
bows
of
the
head
.
They
have
finally
learned
who
I
am
,
he
thought
.
And
past
time
too
.
Lord
Goodbrother
of
Great
Wyk
had
come
in
the
night
before
with
his
main
strength
,
near
forty
longships
.
His
men
were
everywhere
,
conspicuous
in
their
striped
goat
’
s
-
hair
sashes
.
It
was
said
about
the
inn
that
Otter
Gimpknee
’
s
whores
were
being
fucked
bowlegged
by
beardless
boys
in
sashes
.
The
boys
were
welcome
to
them
so
far
as
Theon
was
concerned
.
A
poxier
den
of
slatterns
he
hoped
he
’
d
never
see
.
His
present
companion
was
more
to
his
taste
.
That
she
was
wed
to
his
father
’
s
shipwright
and
pregnant
to
boot
only
made
her
more
intriguing
.
"
Has
my
lord
prince
begun
choosing
his
crew
?
"
Esgred
asked
as
they
made
their
way
toward
the
stable
.
"
Ho
,
Bluetooth
,
"
she
shouted
to
a
passing
seafarer
,
a
tall
man
in
bearskin
vest
and
raven
-
winged
helm
.
"
How
fares
your
bride
?
"
"
Fat
with
child
,
and
talking
of
twins
.
"
"
So
soon
?
"
Esgred
smiled
that
wicked
smile
.
"
You
got
your
oar
in
the
water
quickly
.
"
"
Aye
,
and
stroked
and
stroked
and
stroked
,
"
roared
the
man
.
"
A
big
man
,
"
Theon
observed
.
"
Bluetooth
,
was
it
?
Should
I
choose
him
for
my
Sea
Bitch
?
"
"
Only
if
you
mean
to
insult
him
.
Bluetooth
has
a
sweet
ship
of
his
own
.
"
"
I
have
been
too
long
away
to
know
one
man
from
another
,
"
Theon
admitted
.
He
’
d
looked
for
a
few
of
the
friends
he
’
d
played
with
as
a
boy
,
but
they
were
gone
,
dead
,
or
grown
into
strangers
.
"
My
uncle
Victarion
has
loaned
me
his
own
steersman
.
"
"
Rymolf
Stormdrunk
?
A
good
man
,
so
long
as
he
’
s
sober
.
"
She
saw
more
faces
she
knew
,
and
called
out
to
a
passing
trio
,
"
Uller
,
Qarl
.
Where
’
s
your
brother
,
Skyte
?
"
