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Wisps
of
pale
mist
threaded
between
the
trees
.
Sentinels
and
soldier
pines
grew
thick
about
here
,
and
there
was
nothing
as
dark
and
gloomy
as
an
evergreen
forest
.
The
ground
was
uneven
,
and
the
fallen
needles
disguised
the
softness
of
the
turf
and
made
the
footing
treacherous
for
the
horses
,
so
they
had
to
go
slowly
.
Not
as
slowly
as
a
man
carrying
a
cripple
,
though
,
or
a
bony
harridan
with
a
four
-
year
-
old
on
her
back
.
He
told
himself
to
be
patient
.
He
’
d
have
them
before
the
day
was
out
.
Maester
Luwin
trotted
up
to
him
as
they
were
following
a
game
trail
along
the
lip
of
a
ravine
.
"
Thus
far
hunting
seems
indistinguishable
from
riding
through
the
woods
,
my
lord
.
"
Theon
smiled
.
"
There
are
similarities
.
But
with
hunting
,
there
’
s
blood
at
the
end
.
"
"
Must
it
be
so
?
This
flight
was
great
folly
,
but
will
you
not
be
merciful
?
These
are
your
foster
brothers
we
seek
.
"
"
No
Stark
but
Robb
was
ever
brotherly
toward
me
,
but
Bran
and
Rickon
have
more
value
to
me
living
than
dead
.
"
"
The
same
is
true
of
the
Reeds
.
Moat
Cailin
sits
on
the
edge
of
the
bogs
.
Lord
Howland
can
make
your
uncle
’
s
occupation
a
visit
to
hell
if
he
chooses
,
but
so
long
as
you
hold
his
heirs
he
must
stay
his
hand
.
"
Theon
had
not
considered
that
.
In
truth
,
he
had
scarcely
considered
the
mudmen
at
all
,
beyond
eyeing
Meera
once
or
twice
and
wondering
if
she
was
still
a
maiden
.
"
You
may
be
right
.
We
will
spare
them
if
we
can
.
"
"
And
Hodor
too
,
I
hope
.
The
boy
is
simple
,
you
know
that
.
He
does
as
he
is
told
.
How
many
times
has
he
groomed
your
horse
,
soaped
your
saddle
,
scoured
your
mail
?
"
Hodor
was
nothing
to
him
.
"
If
he
does
not
fight
us
,
we
will
let
him
live
.
"
Theon
pointed
a
finger
.
"
But
say
one
word
about
sparing
the
wildling
,
and
you
can
die
with
her
.
She
swore
me
an
oath
,
and
pissed
on
it
.
"
The
maester
inclined
his
head
.
"
I
make
no
apologies
for
oathbreakers
.
Do
what
you
must
.
I
thank
you
for
your
mercy
.
"
