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The
Dreadfort
men
made
their
way
across
the
moat
and
through
the
inner
gates
.
Theon
descended
with
Black
Lorren
and
Maester
Luwin
to
meet
them
in
the
yard
.
Pale
red
pennons
trailed
from
the
ends
of
a
few
lances
,
but
many
more
carried
battle
-
axes
and
greatswords
and
shields
hacked
half
to
splinters
.
"
How
many
men
did
you
lose
?
"
Theon
asked
Red
Helm
as
he
dismounted
.
"
Twenty
or
thirty
.
"
The
torchlight
glittered
off
the
chipped
enamel
of
his
visor
.
His
helm
and
gorget
were
wrought
in
the
shape
of
a
man
’
s
face
and
shoulders
,
skinless
and
bloody
,
mouth
open
in
a
silent
howl
of
anguish
.
"
Ser
Rodrik
had
you
five
-
to
-
one
.
"
"
Aye
,
but
he
thought
us
friends
.
A
common
mistake
.
When
the
old
fool
gave
me
his
hand
,
I
took
half
his
arm
instead
.
Then
I
let
him
see
my
face
.
"
The
man
put
both
hands
to
his
helm
and
lifted
it
off
his
head
,
holding
it
in
the
crook
of
his
arm
.
"
Reek
,
"
Theon
said
,
disquieted
.
How
did
a
serving
man
get
such
fine
armor
?
The
man
laughed
.
"
The
wretch
is
dead
.
"
He
stepped
closer
.
"
The
girl
’
s
fault
.
If
she
had
not
run
so
far
,
his
horse
would
not
have
lamed
,
and
we
might
have
been
able
to
flee
.
I
gave
him
mine
when
I
saw
the
riders
from
the
ridge
.
I
was
done
with
her
by
then
,
and
he
liked
to
take
his
turn
while
they
were
still
warm
.
I
had
to
pull
him
off
her
and
shove
my
clothes
into
his
hands
—
calfskin
boots
and
velvet
doublet
,
silver
-
chased
swordbelt
,
even
my
sable
cloak
.
Ride
for
the
Dreadfort
,
I
told
him
,
bring
all
the
help
you
can
.
Take
my
horse
,
he
’
s
swifter
,
and
here
,
wear
the
ring
my
father
gave
me
,
so
they
’
ll
know
you
came
from
me
.
He
’
d
learned
better
than
to
question
me
.
By
the
time
they
put
that
arrow
through
his
back
,
I
’
d
smeared
myself
with
the
girl
’
s
filth
and
dressed
in
his
rags
.
They
might
have
hanged
me
anyway
,
but
it
was
the
only
chance
I
saw
.
"
He
rubbed
the
back
of
his
hand
across
his
mouth
.
"
And
now
,
my
sweet
prince
,
there
was
a
woman
promised
me
,
if
I
brought
two
hundred
men
.
Well
,
I
brought
three
times
as
many
,
and
no
green
boys
nor
field
hands
neither
,
but
my
father
’
s
own
garrison
.
"
Theon
had
given
his
word
.
This
was
not
the
time
to
flinch
.
Pay
him
his
pound
of
flesh
and
deal
with
him
later
.
"
Harrag
,
"
he
said
,
"
go
to
the
kennels
and
bring
Palla
out
for
.
.
.
?
"
"
Ramsay
.
"
There
was
a
smile
on
his
plump
lips
,
but
none
in
those
pale
pale
eyes
.
"
Snow
,
my
wife
called
me
before
she
ate
her
fingers
,
but
I
say
Bolton
.
"
His
smile
curdled
.
"
So
you
’
d
offer
me
a
kennel
girl
for
my
good
service
,
is
that
the
way
of
it
?
"
