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It
was
the
same
tale
all
over
again
when
they
rejoined
Gariss
,
Murch
,
and
Aggar
.
The
huntsmen
had
retraced
their
steps
halfway
to
Winterfell
without
finding
any
sign
of
where
the
Starks
might
have
parted
company
with
the
direwolves
.
Farlen
’
s
hounds
seemed
as
frustrated
as
their
masters
,
sniffing
forlornly
at
trees
and
rocks
and
snapping
irritably
at
each
other
.
Theon
dared
not
admit
defeat
.
"
We
’
ll
return
to
the
brook
.
Search
again
.
This
time
we
’
ll
go
as
far
as
we
must
.
"
"
We
won
’
t
find
them
,
"
the
Frey
boy
said
suddenly
.
"
Not
so
long
as
the
frogeaters
are
with
them
.
Mudmen
are
sneaks
,
they
won
’
t
fight
like
decent
folks
,
they
skulk
and
use
poison
arrows
,
You
never
see
them
,
but
they
see
you
.
Those
who
go
into
the
bogs
after
them
get
lost
and
never
come
out
.
Their
houses
move
,
even
the
castles
like
Greywater
Watch
.
"
He
glanced
nervously
at
greenery
that
encircled
them
on
all
sides
.
"
They
might
be
out
there
right
now
,
listening
to
everything
we
say
.
"
Farlen
laughed
to
show
what
he
thought
of
that
notion
.
"
My
dogs
would
smell
anything
in
them
bushes
.
Be
all
over
them
before
you
could
break
wind
,
boy
.
"
"
Frogeaters
don
’
t
smell
like
men
,
"
Frey
insisted
.
"
They
have
a
boggy
stink
,
like
frogs
and
trees
and
scummy
water
.
Moss
grows
under
their
arms
in
place
of
hair
,
and
they
can
live
with
nothing
to
eat
but
mud
and
breathe
swamp
water
.
"
Theon
was
about
to
tell
him
what
he
ought
to
do
with
his
wet
nurse
’
s
fable
when
Maester
Luwin
spoke
up
.
"
The
histories
say
the
crannogmen
grew
close
to
the
children
of
the
forest
in
the
days
when
the
greenseers
tried
to
bring
the
hammer
of
the
waters
down
upon
the
Neck
.
It
may
be
that
they
have
secret
knowledge
.
"
Suddenly
the
wood
seemed
a
deal
darker
than
it
had
a
moment
before
,
as
if
a
cloud
had
passed
before
the
sun
.
It
was
one
thing
to
have
some
fool
boy
spouting
folly
,
but
maesters
were
supposed
to
be
wise
.
"
The
only
children
that
concern
me
are
Bran
and
Rickon
,
"
Theon
said
.
"
Back
to
the
stream
.
Now
.
"
For
a
moment
he
did
not
think
they
were
going
to
obey
,
but
in
the
end
old
habit
asserted
itself
.
They
followed
sullenly
,
but
they
followed
.
The
Frey
boy
was
as
jumpy
as
those
rabbits
he
’
d
flushed
earlier
.
Theon
put
men
on
either
bank
and
followed
the
current
.
They
rode
for
miles
,
going
slow
and
careful
,
dismounting
to
lead
the
horses
over
treacherous
ground
,
letting
the
good
-
for
-
bear
-
bait
hounds
sniff
at
every
bush
.
Where
a
fallen
tree
dammed
the
flow
,
the
hunters
were
forced
to
loop
around
a
deep
green
pool
,
but
if
the
direwolves
had
done
the
same
they
’
d
left
neither
print
nor
spoor
.
The
beasts
had
taken
to
swimming
,
it
seemed
.
When
I
catch
them
,
they
’
ll
have
all
the
swimming
they
can
stomach
.
I
’
ll
give
them
both
to
the
Drowned
God
.
When
the
woods
began
to
darken
,
Theon
Greyjoy
knew
he
was
beaten
.
Either
the
crannogmen
did
know
the
magic
of
the
children
of
the
forest
,
or
else
Osha
had
deceived
them
with
some
wildling
trick
.
He
made
them
press
on
through
the
dusk
,
but
when
the
last
light
faded
Joseth
finally
worked
up
the
courage
to
say
,
"
This
is
fruitless
,
my
lord
.
We
will
lame
a
horse
,
break
a
leg
.
"
