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"
A
grievous
thing
when
a
great
man
grows
old
.
"
"
Lord
Balon
is
but
the
father
of
a
great
man
.
"
"
A
modest
lordling
.
"
"
Only
a
fool
humbles
himself
when
the
world
is
so
full
of
men
eager
to
do
that
job
for
him
.
"
He
kissed
her
lightly
on
the
nape
of
her
neck
.
"
What
shall
I
wear
to
this
great
feast
?
"
She
reached
back
and
pushed
his
face
away
.
"
I
’
ll
ask
Helya
to
garb
you
.
One
of
my
lady
mother
’
s
gowns
might
do
.
She
is
off
on
Harlaw
,
and
not
expected
to
return
.
"
"
The
cold
winds
have
worn
her
away
,
I
hear
.
Will
you
not
go
see
her
?
Harlaw
is
only
a
day
’
s
sail
,
and
surely
Lady
Greyjoy
yearns
for
a
last
sight
of
her
son
.
"
"
Would
that
I
could
.
I
am
kept
too
busy
here
.
My
father
relies
on
me
,
now
that
I
am
returned
.
Come
peace
,
perhaps
.
.
.
"
"
Your
coming
might
bring
her
peace
.
"
"
Now
you
sound
a
woman
,
"
Theon
complained
.
