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"
Time
to
go
,
"
Theon
announced
.
When
the
boy
paid
him
no
mind
,
he
seized
him
by
the
ear
and
pulled
him
from
the
game
.
Wex
grabbed
up
a
fistful
of
coppers
and
came
along
without
a
word
.
That
was
one
of
the
things
Theon
liked
best
about
him
.
Most
squires
have
loose
tongues
,
but
Wex
had
been
born
dumb
.
.
.
which
didn
’
t
seem
to
keep
him
from
being
clever
as
any
twelve
-
year
-
old
had
a
right
to
be
.
He
was
a
baseborn
son
of
one
of
Lord
Botley
’
s
half
brothers
.
Taking
him
as
squire
had
been
part
of
the
price
Theon
had
paid
for
his
horse
.
When
Wex
saw
Esgred
,
his
eyes
went
round
.
You
’
d
think
he
’
d
never
seen
a
woman
before
,
Theon
thought
.
"
Esgred
will
be
riding
with
me
back
to
Pyke
.
Saddle
the
horses
,
and
be
quick
about
it
.
"
The
boy
had
ridden
in
on
a
scrawny
little
garron
from
Lord
Balon
’
s
stable
,
but
Theon
’
s
mount
was
quite
another
sort
of
beast
.
"
Where
did
you
find
that
hellhorse
?
"
Esgred
asked
when
she
saw
him
,
but
from
the
way
she
laughed
he
knew
she
was
impressed
.
"
Lord
Botley
bought
him
in
Lannisport
a
year
past
,
but
he
proved
to
be
too
much
horse
for
him
,
so
Botley
was
pleased
to
sell
.
"
The
Iron
Islands
were
too
sparse
and
rocky
for
breeding
good
horses
.
Most
of
the
islanders
were
indifferent
riders
at
best
,
more
comfortable
on
the
deck
of
a
longship
than
in
the
saddle
.
Even
the
lords
rode
garrons
or
shaggy
Harlaw
ponies
,
and
ox
carts
were
more
common
than
drays
.
The
smallfolk
too
poor
to
own
either
one
pulled
their
own
plows
through
the
thin
,
stony
soil
.
But
Theon
had
spent
ten
years
in
Winterfell
,
and
did
not
intend
to
go
to
war
without
a
good
mount
beneath
him
.
Lord
Botley
’
s
misjudgment
was
his
good
fortune
:
a
stallion
with
a
temper
as
black
as
his
hide
,
larger
than
a
courser
if
not
quite
so
big
as
most
destriers
.
As
Theon
was
not
quite
so
big
as
most
knights
,
that
suited
him
admirably
.
The
animal
had
fire
in
his
eyes
.
When
he
’
d
met
his
new
owner
,
he
’
d
pulled
back
his
lips
and
tried
to
bite
off
his
face
.
"
Does
he
have
a
name
?
"
Esgred
asked
Theon
as
he
mounted
.
"
Smiler
.
"
He
gave
her
a
hand
,
and
pulled
her
up
in
front
of
him
,
where
he
could
put
his
arms
around
her
as
they
rode
.
"
I
knew
a
man
once
who
told
me
that
I
smiled
at
the
wrong
things
.
"
"
Do
you
?
"
"
Only
by
the
lights
of
those
who
smile
at
nothing
.
"
He
thought
of
his
father
and
his
uncle
Aeron
.
