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"
That
name
again
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
ll
fuck
you
after
all
.
Littlefinger
had
you
first
,
didn
’
t
he
?
I
never
eat
off
another
man
’
s
trencher
.
Besides
,
you
’
re
not
half
so
lovely
as
my
sister
.
"
His
smile
cut
.
"
I
’
ve
never
lain
with
any
woman
but
Cersei
.
In
my
own
way
,
I
have
been
truer
than
your
Ned
ever
was
.
Poor
old
dead
Ned
.
So
who
has
shit
for
honor
now
,
I
ask
you
?
What
was
the
name
of
that
bastard
he
fathered
?
"
Catelyn
took
a
step
backward
.
"
Brienne
.
"
"
No
,
that
wasn
’
t
it
.
"
Jaime
Lannister
upended
the
flagon
.
A
trickle
ran
down
onto
his
face
,
bright
as
blood
.
"
Snow
,
that
was
the
one
.
Such
a
white
name
.
.
.
like
the
pretty
cloaks
they
give
us
in
the
Kingsguard
when
we
swear
our
pretty
oaths
.
"
Brienne
pushed
open
the
door
and
stepped
inside
the
cell
.
"
You
called
,
my
lady
?
"
"
Give
me
your
sword
.
"
Catelyn
held
out
her
hand
.
The
sky
was
a
gloom
of
cloud
,
the
woods
dead
and
frozen
.
Roots
grabbed
at
Theon
’
s
feet
as
he
ran
,
and
bare
branches
lashed
his
face
,
leaving
thin
stripes
of
blood
across
his
cheeks
.
He
crashed
through
heedless
,
breathless
,
icicles
flying
to
pieces
before
him
.
Mercy
,
he
sobbed
.
From
behind
came
a
shuddering
howl
that
curdled
his
blood
.
Mercy
,
mercy
.
When
he
glanced
back
over
his
shoulder
he
saw
them
coming
,
great
wolves
the
size
of
horses
with
the
heads
of
small
children
.
Oh
,
mercy
,
mercy
.
Blood
dripped
from
their
mouths
black
as
pitch
,
burning
holes
in
the
snow
where
it
fell
.
Every
stride
brought
them
closer
.
Theon
tried
to
run
faster
,
but
his
legs
would
not
obey
.
The
trees
all
had
faces
,
and
they
were
laughing
at
him
,
laughing
,
and
the
howl
came
again
.
He
could
smell
the
hot
breath
of
the
beasts
behind
him
,
a
stink
of
brimstone
and
corruption
.
They
’
re
dead
,
dead
,
I
saw
them
killed
,
he
tried
to
shout
,
I
saw
their
heads
dipped
in
tar
,
but
when
he
opened
his
mouth
only
a
moan
emerged
,
and
then
something
touched
him
and
he
whirled
,
shouting
.
.
.
.
.
.
flailing
for
the
dagger
he
kept
by
his
bedside
and
managing
only
to
knock
it
to
the
floor
.
Wex
danced
away
from
him
.
Reek
stood
behind
the
mute
,
his
face
lit
from
below
by
the
candle
he
carried
.
"
What
?
"
Theon
cried
.
Mercy
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
Why
are
you
in
my
bedchamber
?
Why
?
"
"
My
lord
prince
,
"
said
Reek
,
"
your
sister
has
come
to
Winterfell
.
You
asked
to
be
informed
at
once
if
she
arrived
.
"
"
Past
time
,
"
Theon
muttered
,
pushing
his
fingers
through
his
hair
.
He
had
begun
to
fear
that
Asha
meant
to
leave
him
to
his
fate
.
Mercy
.
He
glanced
outside
the
window
,
where
the
first
vague
light
of
dawn
was
just
brushing
the
towers
of
Winterfell
.
"
Where
is
she
?
"
"
Lorren
took
her
and
her
men
to
the
Great
Hall
to
break
their
fast
.
Will
you
see
her
now
?
"
