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A
stableman
came
pounding
up
after
the
dogs
.
"
Take
the
horse
,
"
Theon
commanded
him
,
"
and
get
these
damn
dogs
away
—
"
The
lout
paid
him
no
mind
.
His
face
broke
into
a
huge
gap
-
toothed
smile
and
he
said
,
"
Lady
Asha
.
You
’
re
back
.
"
"
Last
night
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
sailed
from
Great
Wyk
with
Lord
Goodbrother
,
and
spent
the
night
at
the
inn
.
My
little
brother
was
kind
enough
to
let
me
ride
with
him
from
Lordsport
.
"
She
kissed
one
of
the
dogs
on
the
nose
and
grinned
at
Theon
.
All
he
could
do
was
stand
and
gape
at
her
.
Asha
.
No
.
She
cannot
be
Asha
.
He
realized
suddenly
that
there
were
two
Ashas
in
his
head
.
One
was
the
little
girl
he
had
known
.
The
other
,
more
vaguely
imagined
,
looked
something
like
her
mother
.
Neither
looked
a
bit
like
this
.
.
.
this
.
.
.
this
.
.
.
"
The
pimples
went
when
the
breasts
came
,
"
she
explained
while
she
tussled
with
a
dog
,
"
but
I
kept
the
vulture
’
s
beak
.
"
Theon
found
his
voice
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
?
"
Asha
let
go
of
the
hound
and
straightened
.
"
I
wanted
to
see
who
you
were
first
.
And
I
did
.
"
She
gave
him
a
mocking
half
bow
.
"
And
now
,
little
brother
,
pray
excuse
me
.
I
need
to
bathe
and
dress
for
the
feast
.
I
wonder
if
I
still
have
that
chain
-
mail
gown
I
like
to
wear
over
my
boiled
leather
smallclothes
?
"
She
gave
him
that
evil
grin
,
and
crossed
the
bridge
with
that
walk
he
’
d
liked
so
well
,
half
saunter
and
half
sway
.
When
Theon
turned
away
,
Wex
was
smirking
at
him
.
He
gave
the
boy
a
clout
on
the
ear
.
"
That
’
s
for
enjoying
this
so
much
.
"
And
another
,
harder
.
"
And
that
’
s
for
not
warning
me
.
Next
time
,
grow
a
tongue
.
"
No
,
he
thought
then
.
She
was
the
one
who
made
me
a
fool
.
The
evil
bitch
must
have
enjoyed
every
moment
of
it
.
And
the
way
she
kept
reaching
for
my
cock
.
.
.
