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"
We
must
go
after
them
,
"
Black
Lorren
said
.
"
Not
in
the
dark
.
"
Theon
did
not
relish
the
idea
of
chasing
direwolves
through
the
wood
by
night
;
the
hunters
could
easily
become
the
hunted
.
"
We
’
ll
wait
for
daylight
.
Until
then
,
I
had
best
go
speak
with
my
loyal
subjects
.
"
Down
in
the
yard
,
a
uneasy
crowd
of
men
,
women
,
and
children
had
been
pushed
up
against
the
wall
.
Many
had
not
been
given
time
to
dress
;
they
covered
themselves
with
woolen
blankets
,
or
huddled
naked
under
cloaks
or
bed
-
robes
.
A
dozen
ironmen
hemmed
them
in
,
torches
in
one
hand
and
weapons
in
the
other
.
The
wind
was
gusting
,
and
the
flickering
orange
light
reflected
dully
off
steel
helms
,
thick
beards
,
and
unsmiling
eyes
.
Theon
walked
up
and
down
before
the
prisoners
,
studying
the
faces
.
They
all
looked
guilty
to
him
.
"
How
many
are
missing
?
"
"
Six
.
"
Reek
stepped
up
behind
him
,
smelling
of
soap
,
his
long
hair
moving
in
the
wind
.
"
Both
Starks
,
that
bog
boy
and
his
sister
,
the
halfwit
from
the
stables
,
and
your
wildling
woman
.
"
Osha
.
He
had
suspected
her
from
the
moment
he
saw
that
second
cup
.
I
should
have
known
better
than
to
trust
that
one
.
She
’
s
as
unnatural
as
Asha
.
Even
their
names
sound
alike
.
"
Has
anyone
had
a
look
at
the
stables
?
"
"
Aggar
says
no
horses
are
missing
.
"
"
Dancer
is
still
in
his
stall
?
"
