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Urzen
returned
with
Black
Lorren
.
"
The
Hunter
’
s
Gate
,
"
Lorren
said
.
"
Best
come
see
.
"
The
Hunter
’
s
Gate
was
conveniently
sited
close
to
the
kennels
and
kitchens
.
It
opened
directly
on
fields
and
forests
,
allowing
riders
to
come
and
go
without
first
passing
through
the
winter
town
,
and
so
was
favored
by
hunting
parties
.
"
Who
had
the
guard
here
?
"
Theon
demanded
.
"
Drennan
and
Squint
.
"
Drennan
was
one
of
the
men
who
’
d
raped
Palla
.
"
If
they
’
ve
let
the
boys
escape
,
I
’
ll
have
more
than
a
little
skin
off
their
back
this
time
,
I
swear
it
.
"
"
No
need
for
that
,
"
Black
Lorren
said
curtly
.
Nor
was
there
.
They
found
Squint
floating
facedown
in
the
moat
,
his
entrails
drifting
behind
him
like
a
nest
of
pale
snakes
.
Drennan
lay
half
naked
in
the
gatehouse
,
in
the
snug
room
where
the
drawbridge
was
worked
.
His
throat
had
been
opened
ear
to
ear
.
A
ragged
tunic
concealed
the
half
-
healed
scars
on
his
back
,
but
his
boots
were
scattered
amidst
the
rushes
,
and
his
breeches
tangled
about
his
feet
.
There
was
cheese
on
a
small
table
near
the
door
,
beside
an
empty
flagon
.
And
two
cups
.
Theon
picked
one
up
and
sniffed
at
the
dregs
of
wine
in
the
bottom
.
"
Squint
was
up
on
the
wallwalk
,
no
?
"
"
Aye
,
"
said
Lorren
.
Theon
flung
the
cup
into
the
hearth
.
"
I
’
d
say
Drennan
was
pulling
down
his
breeches
to
stick
it
in
the
woman
when
she
stuck
it
in
him
.
His
own
cheese
knife
,
by
the
look
of
it
.
Someone
find
a
pike
and
fish
the
other
fool
out
of
the
moat
.
"
