“Haven’t fucked no one since they took me, m’lord. Heke’s me true name. I was in service to the Bastard o’ the Dreadfort till the Starks give him an arrow in the back for a wedding gift.” Theon found that amusing. “Who did he marry?” “The widow o’ Hornwood, m’lord.” “That crone? Was he blind? She has teats like empty wineskins, dry and withered.” “It wasn’t her teats he wed her for, m’lord.” The ironmen slammed shut the tall doors at the foot of the hall. From the high seat, Bran could see about twenty of them. He probably left some guards on the gates and the armory. Even so, there couldn’t
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