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"
They
’
re
fighting
,
"
Kromm
said
urgently
.
"
More
men
came
up
,
hundreds
of
them
,
and
at
first
they
made
to
join
the
others
.
But
now
they
’
ve
fallen
on
them
!
"
"
Is
it
Asha
?
"
Had
she
come
to
save
him
after
all
?
But
Kromm
gave
a
shake
of
his
head
.
"
No
.
These
are
northmen
,
I
tell
you
.
With
a
bloody
man
on
their
banner
.
"
The
flayed
man
of
the
Dreadfort
.
Reek
had
belonged
to
the
Bastard
of
Bolton
before
his
capture
,
Theon
recalled
.
It
was
hard
to
believe
that
a
vile
creature
like
him
could
sway
the
Boltons
to
change
their
allegiance
,
but
nothing
else
made
sense
.
"
I
’
ll
see
this
for
myself
,
"
Theon
said
.
Maester
Luwin
trailed
after
him
.
By
the
time
they
reached
the
battlements
,
dead
men
and
dying
horses
were
strewn
about
the
market
square
outside
the
gates
.
He
saw
no
battle
lines
,
only
a
swirling
chaos
of
banners
and
blades
.
Shouts
and
screams
rang
through
the
cold
autumn
air
.
Ser
Rodrik
seemed
to
have
the
numbers
,
but
the
Dreadfort
men
were
better
led
,
and
had
taken
the
others
unawares
.
Theon
watched
them
charge
and
wheel
and
charge
again
,
chopping
the
larger
force
to
bloody
pieces
every
time
they
tried
to
form
up
between
the
houses
.
He
could
hear
the
crash
of
iron
axeheads
on
oaken
shields
over
the
terrified
trumpeting
of
a
maimed
horse
.
The
inn
was
burning
,
he
saw
.
Black
Lorren
appeared
beside
him
and
stood
silently
for
a
time
.
The
sun
was
low
in
the
west
,
painting
the
fields
and
houses
all
a
glowing
red
.
A
thin
wavering
cry
of
pain
drifted
over
the
walls
,
and
a
warhorn
sounded
off
beyond
the
burning
houses
.
Theon
watched
a
wounded
man
drag
himself
painfully
across
the
ground
,
smearing
his
life
’
s
blood
in
the
dirt
as
he
struggled
to
reach
the
well
that
stood
at
the
center
of
the
market
square
.
He
died
before
he
got
there
.
He
wore
a
leather
jerkin
and
conical
half
-
helm
,
but
no
badge
to
tell
which
side
he
’
d
fought
on
.
The
crows
came
in
the
blue
dust
,
with
the
evening
stars
.
"
The
Dothraki
believe
the
stars
are
spirits
of
the
valiant
dead
,
"
Theon
said
.
Maester
Luwin
had
told
him
that
,
a
long
time
ago
.
"
Dothraki
?
"
"
The
horselords
across
the
narrow
sea
.
"
