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"
No
man
,
but
every
woman
?
"
"
It
was
not
me
who
grabbed
your
cock
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
have
one
,
remember
?
You
grabbed
every
other
bit
of
me
quick
enough
.
"
He
could
feel
the
flush
creeping
up
his
cheeks
.
"
I
’
m
a
man
with
a
man
’
s
hungers
.
What
sort
of
unnatural
creature
are
you
?
"
"
Only
a
shy
maid
.
"
Asha
’
s
hand
darted
out
under
the
table
to
give
his
cock
a
squeeze
.
Theon
nearly
jumped
from
his
chair
.
"
What
,
don
’
t
you
want
me
to
steer
you
into
port
,
brother
?
"
"
Marriage
is
not
for
you
,
"
Theon
decided
.
"
When
I
rule
,
I
believe
I
will
pack
you
off
to
the
silent
sisters
.
"
He
lurched
to
his
feet
and
strode
off
unsteadily
to
find
his
father
.
Rain
was
falling
by
the
time
he
reached
the
swaying
bridge
out
to
the
Sea
Tower
.
His
stomach
was
crashing
and
churning
like
the
waves
below
,
and
wine
had
unsteadied
his
feet
.
Theon
gritted
his
teeth
and
gripped
the
rope
tightly
as
he
made
his
way
across
,
pretending
that
it
was
Asha
’
s
neck
he
was
clutching
.
The
solar
was
as
damp
and
drafty
as
ever
.
Buried
under
his
sealskin
robes
,
his
father
sat
before
the
brazier
with
his
brothers
on
either
side
of
him
.
Victarion
was
talking
of
tides
and
winds
when
Theon
entered
,
but
Lord
Balon
waved
him
silent
.
"
I
have
made
my
plans
.
It
is
time
you
heard
them
.
"
"
I
have
some
suggestions
—
"
