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"
You
might
have
thought
of
that
before
you
took
it
.
Oh
,
it
was
cleverly
done
,
I
’
ll
grant
you
.
If
only
you
’
d
had
the
good
sense
to
raze
the
castle
and
carry
the
two
little
princelings
back
to
Pyke
as
hostages
,
you
might
have
won
the
war
in
a
stroke
.
"
"
You
’
d
like
that
,
wouldn
’
t
you
?
To
see
my
prize
reduced
to
ruins
and
ashes
.
"
"
Your
prize
will
be
the
doom
of
you
.
Krakens
rise
from
the
sea
,
Theon
,
or
did
you
forget
that
during
your
years
among
the
wolves
?
Our
strength
is
in
our
longships
.
My
wooden
pisspot
sits
close
enough
to
the
sea
for
supplies
and
fresh
men
to
reach
me
whenever
they
are
needful
.
But
Winterfell
is
hundreds
of
leagues
inland
,
ringed
by
woods
,
hills
,
and
hostile
holdfasts
and
castles
.
And
every
man
in
a
thousand
leagues
is
your
enemy
now
,
make
no
mistake
.
You
made
certain
of
that
when
you
mounted
those
heads
on
your
gatehouse
.
"
Asha
shook
her
head
.
"
How
could
you
be
such
a
bloody
fool
?
Children
.
.
.
"
"
They
defied
me
!
"
he
shouted
in
her
face
.
"
And
it
was
blood
for
blood
besides
,
two
sons
of
Eddard
Stark
to
pay
for
Rodrik
and
Maron
.
"
The
words
tumbled
out
heedlessly
,
but
Theon
knew
at
once
that
his
father
would
approve
.
"
I
’
ve
laid
my
brothers
’
ghosts
to
rest
.
"
"
Our
brothers
,
"
Asha
reminded
him
,
with
a
half
smile
that
suggested
she
took
his
talk
of
vengeance
well
salted
.
"
Did
you
bring
their
ghosts
from
Pyke
,
brother
?
And
here
I
thought
they
haunted
only
Father
.
"
"
When
has
a
maid
ever
understood
a
man
’
s
need
for
revenge
?
"
Even
if
his
father
did
not
appreciate
the
gift
of
Winterfell
,
he
must
approve
of
Theon
avenging
his
brothers
!
Asha
snorted
back
a
laugh
.
"
This
Ser
Rodrik
may
well
feel
the
same
manly
need
,
did
you
think
of
that
?
You
are
blood
of
my
blood
,
Theon
,
whatever
else
you
may
be
.
For
the
sake
of
the
mother
who
bore
us
both
,
return
to
Deepwood
Motte
with
me
.
Put
Winterfell
to
the
torch
and
fall
back
while
you
still
can
.
"
"
No
.
"
Theon
adjusted
his
crown
.
"
I
took
this
castle
and
I
mean
to
hold
it
.
"
His
sister
looked
at
him
a
long
time
.
"
Then
hold
it
you
shall
,
"
she
said
,
"
for
the
rest
of
your
life
.
"
She
sighed
.
"
I
say
it
tastes
like
folly
,
but
what
would
a
shy
maid
know
of
such
things
?
"
At
the
door
she
gave
him
one
last
mocking
smile
.
"
You
ought
to
know
,
that
’
s
the
ugliest
crown
I
’
ve
ever
laid
eyes
on
.
Did
you
make
it
yourself
?
"
