“What’s true for the brothers is even more true for her. “If she stays at Deepwood Motte that’s all she can hope to hold,” said Robb. “The one who holds Deepwood Motte, and Robett’s wife and child.” “There’s a daughter as well,” Galbart Glover reminded him. I can’t believe he would remain at Moat Cailin while Euron Crow’s Eye holds the Seastone Chair.
Theon is the rightful heir, unless he’s dead… but Victarion commands the Iron Fleet. “Euron Greyjoy is no man’s notion of a king, if half of what Theon said of him was true. No sooner had he left the king’s pavilion than the Greatjon began to laugh, but Robb silenced him with a look. Lord Jason will take you back to your ship when we are done. “Captain,” said Robb when the man was done, “you have my thanks, and you will not go unrewarded. That was when I ran back to Myraham and slipped anchor, hoping I could get away whilst things were confused. Wherever he was, though, he’s home now, and he marched right into Pyke and sat his arse in the Seastone Chair, and drowned Lord Botley in a cask of seawater when he objected. Black sails and a red hull, and crewed by mutes. He’s been gone for years, but Lord Balon was no sooner cold than there he was, sailing into Lordsport in his Silence. Crow’s Eye, they call him, as black a pirate as ever raised a sail. “Victarion?” asked Galbart Glover, surprised. “Aye, but that’s not all of it, no!” He leaned forward. “King crabs, I hope, to sup upon such royal jelly, eh?” He washed up two days later, all bloated and broken. “You know how Pyke’s built on a headland, and part on rocks and islands off the shore, with bridges between? The way I heard it in Lordsport, there was a blow coming in from the west, rain and thunder, and old King Balon was crossing one of them bridges when the wind got hold of it and just tore the thing to pieces. “You are telling us that Balon Greyjoy is dead?” “Balon Greyjoy?” Catelyn’s heart skipped a beat. Only, well, the long and the short of it is, he’s dead.” The ironmen kept me there more’n half a year, they did. “My last port of call afore Seagard, that was Lordsport on Pyke. “Aye, Your Grace.” He licked his thick lips nervously. Lord Jason has brought us the captain of the Myraham, a merchanter out of Oldtown. “The gods have heard our prayers, my lords. Robb waited for Ser Raynald to close the tent flap. “We are in sore need of some, my lord.” She sat, listening to the rain patter down noisily against the canvas overhead. His hair had almost as much white in it as brown, but the Lord of Seagard was still a handsome man tall and lean, with a chiseled clean-shaven face, high cheekbones, and fierce blue-grey eyes. Jason Mallister rose to offer Catelyn his seat.
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