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"
There
is
a
way
.
"
"
I
am
ironborn
,
"
Theon
reminded
him
.
"
I
have
my
own
way
.
What
choice
have
they
left
me
?
No
,
don
’
t
answer
,
I
’
ve
heard
enough
of
your
counsel
.
Go
and
send
those
birds
as
I
commanded
,
and
tell
Lorren
I
want
to
see
him
.
And
Wex
as
well
.
I
’
ll
have
my
mail
scoured
clean
,
and
my
garrison
assembled
in
the
yard
.
"
For
a
moment
he
thought
the
maester
was
going
to
defy
him
.
But
finally
Luwin
bowed
stiffly
.
"
As
you
command
.
"
They
made
a
pitifully
small
assembly
;
the
ironmen
were
few
,
the
yard
large
.
"
The
northmen
will
be
on
us
before
nightfall
,
"
he
told
them
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
Cassel
and
all
the
lords
who
have
come
to
his
call
.
I
will
not
run
from
them
.
I
took
this
castle
and
I
mean
to
hold
it
,
to
live
or
die
as
Prince
of
Winterfell
.
But
I
will
not
command
any
man
to
die
with
me
.
If
you
leave
now
,
before
Ser
Rodrik
’
s
main
force
is
upon
us
,
there
’
s
still
a
chance
you
may
win
free
.
"
He
unsheathed
his
longsword
and
drew
a
line
in
the
dirt
.
"
Those
who
would
stay
and
fight
,
step
forward
.
"
No
one
spoke
.
The
men
stood
in
their
mail
and
fur
and
boiled
leather
,
as
still
as
if
they
were
made
of
stone
.
A
few
exchanged
looks
.
Urzen
shuffled
his
feet
.
Dykk
Harlaw
hawked
and
spat
.
A
finger
of
wind
ruffled
Endehar
’
s
long
fair
hair
.
Theon
felt
as
though
he
were
drowning
.
Why
am
I
surprised
?
he
thought
bleakly
.
His
father
had
forsaken
him
,
his
uncles
,
his
sister
,
even
that
wretched
creature
Reek
.
Why
should
his
men
prove
any
more
loyal
?
There
was
nothing
to
say
,
nothing
to
do
.
He
could
only
stand
there
beneath
the
great
grey
walls
and
the
hard
white
sky
,
sword
in
hand
,
waiting
,
waiting
.
.
.
Wex
was
the
first
to
cross
the
line
.
Three
quick
steps
and
he
stood
at
Theon
’
s
side
,
slouching
.
Shamed
by
the
boy
,
Black
Lorren
followed
,
all
scowls
.
"
Who
else
?
"
he
demanded
.
Red
Rolfe
came
forward
.
Kromm
.
Werlag
.
Tymor
and
his
brothers
.
Ulf
the
Ill
.
Harrag
Sheepstealer
.
Four
Harlaws
and
two
Botleys
.
Kenned
the
Whale
was
the
last
.
Seventeen
in
all
.
Urzen
was
among
those
who
did
not
move
,
and
Stygg
,
and
every
man
of
the
ten
that
Asha
had
brought
from
Deepwood
Motte
.
"
Go
,
then
,
"
Theon
told
them
.
"
Run
to
my
sister
.
She
’
ll
give
you
all
a
warm
welcome
,
I
have
no
doubt
.
"
Stygg
had
the
grace
at
least
to
look
ashamed
.
The
rest
moved
off
without
a
word
.
Theon
turned
to
the
seventeen
who
remained
.
"
Back
to
the
walls
.
If
the
gods
should
spare
us
,
I
shall
remember
every
man
of
you
.
"
