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Mercy
,
thought
Theon
as
Luwin
dropped
back
.
There
’
s
a
bloody
trap
.
Too
much
and
they
call
you
weak
,
too
little
and
you
’
re
monstrous
.
Yet
the
maester
had
given
him
good
counsel
,
he
knew
.
His
father
thought
only
in
terms
of
conquest
,
but
what
good
was
it
to
take
a
kingdom
if
you
could
not
hold
it
?
Force
and
fear
could
carry
you
only
so
far
.
A
pity
Ned
Stark
had
taken
his
daughters
south
;
elsewise
Theon
could
have
tightened
his
grip
on
Winterfell
by
marrying
one
of
them
.
Sansa
was
a
pretty
little
thing
too
,
and
by
now
likely
even
ripe
for
bedding
.
But
she
was
a
thousand
leagues
away
,
in
the
clutches
of
the
Lannisters
.
A
shame
.
The
wood
grew
ever
wilder
.
The
pines
and
sentinels
gave
way
to
huge
dark
oaks
.
Tangles
of
hawthorn
concealed
treacherous
gullies
and
cuts
.
Stony
hills
rose
and
fell
.
They
passed
a
crofter
’
s
cottage
,
deserted
and
overgrown
,
and
skirted
a
flooded
quarry
where
the
still
water
had
a
sheen
as
grey
as
steel
.
When
the
dogs
began
to
bay
,
Theon
figured
the
fugitives
were
near
at
hand
.
He
spurred
Smiler
and
followed
at
a
trot
,
but
what
he
found
was
only
the
carcass
of
a
young
elk
.
.
.
or
what
remained
of
it
.
He
dismounted
for
a
closer
look
.
The
kill
was
still
fresh
,
and
plainly
the
work
of
wolves
.
The
dogs
sniffed
round
it
eagerly
,
and
one
of
the
mastiffs
buried
his
teeth
in
a
haunch
until
Farlen
shouted
him
off
.
No
part
of
this
animal
has
been
butchered
,
Theon
realized
.
The
wolves
ate
,
but
not
the
men
.
Even
if
Osha
did
not
want
to
risk
a
fire
,
she
ought
to
have
cut
them
a
few
steaks
.
It
made
no
sense
to
leave
so
much
good
meat
to
rot
.
"
Farlen
,
are
you
certain
we
’
re
on
the
right
trail
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
Could
your
dogs
be
chasing
the
wrong
wolves
?
"
"
My
bitch
knows
the
smell
of
Summer
and
Shaggy
well
enough
.
"
"
I
hope
so
.
For
your
sake
.
"
Less
than
an
hour
later
,
the
trail
led
down
a
slope
toward
a
muddy
brook
swollen
by
the
recent
rains
.
It
was
there
the
dogs
lost
the
scent
.
Farlen
and
Wex
waded
across
with
the
hounds
and
came
back
shaking
their
heads
while
the
animals
ranged
up
and
down
the
far
bank
,
sniffing
.
"
They
went
in
here
,
m
’
lord
,
but
I
can
’
t
see
where
they
come
out
,
"
the
kennelmaster
said
.
Theon
dismounted
and
knelt
beside
the
stream
.
He
dipped
a
hand
in
it
.
The
water
was
cold
.
"
They
won
’
t
have
stayed
long
in
this
,
"
he
said
.
"
Take
half
the
dogs
downstream
,
I
’
ll
go
up
—
"
Wex
clapped
his
hands
together
loudly
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
Theon
said
.
