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He
had
been
frightened
that
night
,
but
not
like
this
.
It
was
one
thing
to
go
into
battle
surrounded
by
friends
,
and
another
to
perish
alone
and
despised
.
Mercy
,
he
thought
miserably
.
When
the
wine
brought
no
solace
,
Theon
sent
Wex
to
fetch
his
bow
and
took
himself
to
the
old
inner
ward
.
There
he
stood
,
loosing
shaft
after
shaft
at
the
archery
butts
until
his
shoulders
ached
and
his
fingers
were
bloody
,
pausing
only
long
enough
to
pull
the
arrows
from
the
targets
for
another
round
.
I
saved
Bran
’
s
life
with
this
bow
,
he
reminded
himself
.
Would
that
I
could
save
my
own
.
Women
came
to
the
well
,
but
did
not
linger
;
whatever
they
saw
on
Theon
’
s
face
sent
them
away
quickly
.
Behind
him
the
broken
tower
stood
,
its
summit
as
jagged
as
a
crown
where
fire
had
collapsed
the
upper
stories
long
ago
.
As
the
sun
moved
,
the
shadow
of
the
tower
moved
as
well
,
gradually
lengthening
,
a
black
arm
reaching
out
for
Theon
Greyjoy
.
By
the
time
the
sun
touched
the
wall
,
he
was
in
its
grasp
.
If
I
hang
the
girl
,
the
northmen
will
attack
at
once
,
he
thought
as
he
loosed
a
shaft
.
If
I
do
not
hang
her
,
they
will
know
my
threats
are
empty
.
He
knocked
another
arrow
to
his
bow
.
There
is
no
way
out
,
none
.
"
If
you
had
a
hundred
archers
as
good
as
yourself
,
you
might
have
a
chance
to
hold
the
castle
,
"
a
voice
said
softly
.
When
he
turned
,
Maester
Luwin
was
behind
him
.
"
Go
away
,
"
Theon
told
him
.
"
I
have
had
enough
of
your
counsel
.
"
"
And
life
?
Have
you
had
enough
of
that
,
my
lord
prince
?
"
He
raised
the
bow
.
"
One
more
word
and
I
’
ll
put
this
shaft
through
your
heart
.
"
"
You
won
’
t
.
"
Theon
bent
the
bow
,
drawing
the
grey
goose
feathers
back
to
his
cheek
.
"
Care
to
make
a
wager
?
"
"
I
am
your
last
hope
,
Theon
.
"
