A great number of longships, fifty or sixty at the least, stood out to sea or lay beached on the pebbled shore to the north. Among the masts of countless fishing boats, he spied a Tyroshi trading galley off-loading beside a lumbering Ibbenese cog with her black-tarred hull. Theon was more interested in ships than gods.

Robert Baratheon's fury had soured the ironmen's taste for the new gods, it would seem. The sept beyond had never been rebuilt, though only a seven-sided foundation remained where it had stood. A new inn had risen beside the landing, twice the size of the old one, with a lower story of cut stone and two upper stories of timber. The smallfolk had built new hovels with the stones of the old, and cut fresh sod for their roofs. After ten years, few traces of the war remained. When last he'd seen Lordsport, it had been a smoking wasteland, the skeletons of burnt longships and smashed galleys littering the stony shore like the bones of dead leviathans, the houses no more than broken walls and cold ashes. Pale green flags drooped from the squat corner towers, each emblazoned with a shoal of silvery fish.īeneath the dubious protection of the fish-ridden little castle lay the village of Lordsport, its harbor aswarm with ships. Lord Sawane had rebuilt in stone, for now a small square keep crowned the hill. When he was a boy it had been timber and wattle, but Robert Baratheon had razed that structure to the ground. He saw the castle first, the stronghold of the Botleys. Theon moved to the bow for a better view. The big cog stayed well out from them, tacking. Below the pine-clad bluffs, a dozen fishing boats were pulling in their nets.

It's not every man who has the honor of raising a king's bastard.' She looked at him stupidly, so he left her there.

As many times as I've f**ked you, you're likely with child. 'Fathers are like that,' he admitted as he pinned the folds with a silver clasp. Theon swept his cloak off its peg and over his shoulders. 'Once you're gone, he'll punish me, milord. 'My place is Pyke, and yours is on this ship.' Theon Greyjoy pushed her hand aside and climbed off the bunk. I can stay in some town, and be your salt wife.' She reached out to stroke his cheek. 'Take me with you, milord,' the captain's daughter begged.

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