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"
Are
you
smiling
now
,
my
lord
prince
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
"
Theon
reached
around
her
to
take
the
reins
.
She
was
almost
of
a
height
with
him
.
Her
hair
could
have
used
a
wash
and
she
had
a
faded
pink
scar
on
her
pretty
neck
,
but
he
liked
the
smell
of
her
,
salt
and
sweat
and
woman
.
The
ride
back
to
Pyke
promised
to
be
a
good
deal
more
interesting
than
the
ride
down
had
been
.
When
they
were
well
beyond
Lordsport
,
Theon
put
a
hand
on
her
breast
.
Esgred
reached
up
and
plucked
it
away
.
"
I
’
d
keep
both
hands
on
the
reins
,
or
this
black
beast
of
yours
is
like
to
fling
us
both
off
and
kick
us
to
death
.
"
"
I
broke
him
of
that
.
"
Amused
,
Theon
behaved
himself
for
a
while
,
chatting
amiably
of
the
weather
(
grey
and
overcast
,
as
it
had
been
since
he
arrived
,
with
frequent
rains
)
and
telling
her
of
the
men
he
’
d
killed
in
the
Whispering
Wood
.
When
he
reached
the
part
about
coming
that
close
to
the
Kingslayer
himself
,
he
slid
his
hand
back
up
to
where
it
had
been
.
Her
breasts
were
small
,
but
he
liked
the
firmness
of
them
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
to
do
that
,
my
lord
prince
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
I
do
.
"
Theon
gave
her
a
squeeze
.
"
Your
squire
is
watching
you
.
"
"
Let
him
.
He
’
ll
never
speak
of
it
,
I
swear
.
"
Esgred
pried
his
fingers
off
her
breast
.
This
time
she
kept
him
firmly
prisoned
.
She
had
strong
hands
.
