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When
he
prodded
Wex
with
the
toe
of
his
boot
,
the
boy
sat
up
and
rubbed
his
eyes
.
"
Make
certain
Bran
Stark
and
his
little
brother
are
in
their
beds
,
and
be
quick
about
it
.
"
"
M
’
lord
?
"
Kyra
called
sleepily
.
"
Go
back
to
sleep
,
this
does
not
concern
you
.
"
Theon
poured
himself
a
cup
of
wine
and
drank
it
down
.
All
the
time
he
was
listening
,
hoping
to
hear
a
howl
.
Too
few
men
,
he
thought
sourly
.
I
have
too
few
men
.
If
Asha
does
not
come
.
.
.
Wex
returned
the
quickest
,
shaking
his
head
side
to
side
.
Cursing
,
Theon
found
his
tunic
and
breeches
on
the
floor
where
he
had
dropped
them
in
his
haste
to
get
at
Kyra
.
Over
the
tunic
he
donned
a
jerkin
of
iron
-
studded
leather
,
and
he
belted
a
longsword
and
dagger
at
his
waist
.
His
hair
was
wild
as
the
wood
,
but
he
had
larger
concerns
.
By
then
Urzen
was
back
.
"
The
wolves
be
gone
.
"
Theon
told
himself
he
must
be
as
cold
and
deliberate
as
Lord
Eddard
.
"
Rouse
the
castle
,
"
he
said
.
"
Herd
them
out
into
the
yard
,
everyone
,
we
’
ll
see
who
’
s
missing
.
And
have
Lorren
make
a
round
of
the
gates
.
Wex
,
with
me
.
"
He
wondered
if
Stygg
had
reached
Deepwood
Motte
yet
.
The
man
was
not
as
skilled
a
rider
as
he
claimed
—
none
of
the
ironmen
were
much
good
in
the
saddle
—
but
there
’
d
been
time
enough
.
Asha
might
well
be
on
her
way
.
And
if
she
learns
that
I
have
lost
the
Starks
.
.
.
It
did
not
bear
thinking
about
.
Bran
’
s
bedchamber
was
empty
,
as
was
Rickon
’
s
half
a
turn
below
.
Theon
cursed
himself
.
He
should
have
kept
a
guard
on
them
,
but
he
’
d
deemed
it
more
important
to
have
men
walking
the
walls
and
protecting
the
gates
than
to
nursemaid
a
couple
of
children
,
one
a
cripple
.
Outside
he
heard
sobbing
as
the
castle
folk
were
pulled
from
their
beds
and
driven
into
the
yard
.
I
’
ll
give
them
reason
to
sob
.
I
’
ve
used
them
gently
,
and
this
is
how
they
repay
me
.
He
’
d
even
had
two
of
his
own
men
whipped
bloody
for
raping
that
kennel
girl
,
to
show
them
he
meant
to
be
just
.
They
still
blame
me
for
the
rape
,
though
.
And
the
rest
.
He
deemed
that
unfair
.
Mikken
had
killed
himself
with
his
mouth
,
just
as
Benfred
had
.
As
for
Chayle
,
he
had
to
give
someone
to
the
Drowned
God
,
his
men
expected
it
.
"
I
bear
you
no
ill
-
will
,
"
he
’
d
told
the
septon
before
they
threw
him
down
the
well
,
"
but
you
and
your
gods
have
no
place
here
now
.
"
You
’
d
think
the
others
might
be
grateful
he
hadn
’
t
chosen
one
of
them
,
but
no
.
He
wondered
how
many
of
them
were
part
of
this
plot
against
him
.
