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"
Victarion
,
"
Lord
Balon
said
to
his
brother
,
"
the
main
thrust
shall
fall
to
you
.
When
my
sons
have
struck
their
blows
,
Winterfell
must
respond
.
You
should
meet
small
opposition
as
you
sail
up
Saltspear
and
the
Fever
River
.
At
the
headwaters
,
you
will
be
less
than
twenty
miles
from
Moat
Cailin
.
The
Neck
is
the
key
to
the
kingdom
.
Already
we
command
the
western
seas
.
Once
we
hold
Moat
Cailin
,
the
pup
will
not
be
able
to
win
back
to
the
north
.
.
.
and
if
he
is
fool
enough
to
try
,
his
enemies
will
seal
the
south
end
of
the
causeway
behind
him
,
and
Robb
the
boy
will
find
himself
caught
like
a
rat
in
a
bottle
.
"
Theon
could
keep
silent
no
longer
.
"
A
bold
plan
,
Father
,
but
the
lords
in
their
castles
—
"
Lord
Balon
rode
over
him
.
"
The
lords
are
gone
south
with
the
pup
.
Those
who
remained
behind
are
the
cravens
,
old
men
,
and
green
boys
.
They
will
yield
or
fall
,
one
by
one
Winterfell
may
defy
us
for
a
year
,
but
what
of
it
?
The
rest
shall
be
ours
,
forest
and
field
and
hall
,
and
we
shall
make
the
folk
our
thralls
and
salt
wives
.
"
Aeron
Damphair
raised
his
arms
.
"
And
the
waters
of
wrath
will
rise
high
,
and
the
Drowned
God
will
spread
his
dominion
across
the
green
lands
!
"
"
What
is
dead
can
never
die
,
"
Victarion
intoned
.
Lord
Balon
and
Asha
echoed
his
words
,
and
Theon
had
no
choice
but
to
mumble
along
with
them
.
And
then
it
was
done
.
Outside
the
rain
was
falling
harder
than
ever
.
The
rope
bridge
twisted
and
writhed
under
his
feet
.
Theon
Greyjoy
stopped
in
the
center
of
the
span
and
contemplated
the
rocks
below
.
The
sound
of
the
waves
was
a
crashing
roar
,
and
he
could
taste
the
salt
spray
on
his
lips
.
A
sudden
gust
of
wind
made
him
lose
his
footing
,
and
he
stumbled
to
his
knees
.
Asha
helped
him
rise
.
"
You
can
’
t
hold
your
wine
either
,
brother
.
"
Theon
leaned
on
her
shoulder
and
let
her
guide
him
across
the
rain
-
slick
boards
.
"
I
liked
you
better
when
you
were
Esgred
,
"
he
told
her
accusingly
.
She
laughed
.
"
That
’
s
fair
.
I
liked
you
better
when
you
were
nine
.
"
