"None. No men." He grinned at his own wit."He had boys. I saw them.
" Aside from a handful of half-crippled serjeants, the warriors that Crowfood
had brought down from Last Hearth were hardly old enough to shave.
"Their spears and axes were older than the hands that clutched them. It was Whoresbane Umber who had the men, inside the castle. I saw them too. Old men, every one." Theon tittered. "Mors took the green boys and Hother took the greybeards. All the real men went with the Greatjon and died at the Red Wedding. Is that what you wanted to know, Your Grace?"
King Stannis ignored the jibe. "Boys," was all he said, disgusted. "Boys will not hold Lord Bolton long."
"Not long," Theon agreed. "Not long at all."
"Not long," cried the raven from its cage.
The king gave the bird an irritated look. "That Braavosi banker claimed Ser Aenys Frey is dead. Did some boy do that?"
"Twenty green boys, with spades," Theon told him. "The snow fell heavily for days. So heavily that you could not see the castle walls ten yards away, no more than the men up on the battlements could see what was happening beyond those walls. So Crowfood set his boys to digging pits outside the castle gates, then blew his horn to lure Lord Bolton out. Instead he got the Freys. The snow had covered up the pits, so they rode right into them. Aenys broke his neck, I heard, but Ser Hosteen only lost a horse, more's the pity. He will be angry now."
Strangely, Stannis smiled. "Angry foes do not concern me. Anger makes men stupid, and Hosteen Frey was stupid to begin with, if half of what I have heard of him is true. Let him come."
"Bolton has blundered," the king declared. "All he had to do was sit inside his castle whilst we starved. Instead he has sent some portion of his strength forth to give us battle. His knights will be horsed, ours must fight afoot. His men will be well nourished, ours go into battle with empty bellies. It makes no matter. Ser Stupid, Lord Too-Fat, the Bastard, let them come. We hold the ground, and that I mean to turn to our advantage."
"The ground?" said Theon. "What ground? Here? This misbegotten tower? This wretched little village? You have no high ground here, no walls to hide beyond, no natural defenses."
"Yet," both ravens screamed in unison. Then one quorked, and the other muttered, "Tree, tree, tree."
The door opened. Beyond, the world was white. The knight of the three moths entered, his legs caked with snow. He stomped his feet to knock it off and said, "Your Grace, the Karstarks are taken. A few of them resisted, and died for it. Most were too confused, and yielded quietly. We have herded them all into the longhall and confined them there."
"They say they did not know. The ones we've questioned."
"We might question them more sharply... "
"No. I believe them. Karstark could never have hoped to keep his treachery a secret if he shared his plans with every baseborn manjack in his service. Some drunken spearman would have let it slip one night whilst laying with a whore. They did not need to know. They are Karhold men. When the moment came they would have obeyed their lords, as they had done all their lives."
"As you say, Sire."
"What of your own losses?"
"One of Lord Peasebury's men was killed, and two of mine were wounded. If it please Your Grace, though, the men are growing anxious. There are hundreds of them gathered around the tower, wondering what's happened. Talk of treason is on every lip. No one knows who to trust, or who might be arrested next. The northmen especially — "
"I need to talk with them. Is Wull still waiting?"
"Him and Artos Flint. Will you see them?"
"Shortly. The kraken first."
"As you command." The knight took his leave.
My sister, Theon thought, my sweet sister. Though he had lost all feeling in his arms, he felt the twisting in his gut, the same as when that bloodless Braavosi banker presented him to Asha as a 'gift.' The memory still rankled. The burly, balding knight who'd been with her had wasted no time shouting for help, so they'd had no more than a few moments before Theon was dragged away to face the king. That was long enough. He had hated the look on Asha's face when she realized who he was; the shock in her eyes, the pity in her voice, the way her mouth twisted in disgust. Instead of rushing forward to embrace him, she had taken half a step backwards. "Did the Bastard do this to you?" she had asked.
"Don't you call him that." Then the words came spilling out of Theon in a rush. He tried to tell her all of it, about Reek and the Dreadfort and Kyra and the keys, how Lord Ramsay never took anything but skin unless you begged for it. He told her how he'd saved the girl, leaping from the castle wall into the snow. "We flew. Let Abel make a song of that, we flew." Then he had to say who Abel was, and talk about the washerwomen who weren't truly washerwomen. By then Theon knew how strange and incoherent all this sounded, yet somehow the words would not stop. He was cold and sick and tired... and weak, so weak, so very weak.
She has to understand. She is my sister. He never wanted to do any harm to Bran or Rickon. Reek made him kill those boys, not him Reek but the other one. "I am no kinslayer," he insisted. He told her how he bedded down with Ramsay's bitches, warned her that Winterfell was full of ghosts. "The swords were gone. Four, I think, or five. I don't recall. The stone kings are angry." He was shaking by then, trembling like an autumn leaf. "The heart tree knew my name. The old gods. Theon, I heard them whisper. There was no wind but the leaves were moving. Theon, they said. My name is Theon." It was good to say the name. The more he said it, the less like he was to forget. "You have to know your name," he'd told his sister. "You... you told me you were Esgred, but that was a lie. Your name is Asha."
"It is," his sister had said, so softly that he was afraid that she might cry. Theon hated that. He hated women weeping. Jeyne Poole had wept all the way from Winterfell to here, wept until her face was purple as a beetroot and the tears had frozen on her cheeks, and all because he told her that she must be Arya, or else the wolves might send them back. "They trained you in a brothel," he reminded her, whispering in her ear so the others would not hear. "Jeyne is the next thing to a whore, you must go on being Arya." He meant no hurt to her. It was for her own good, and his. She has to remember her name. When the tip of her nose turned black from frostbite, and the one of the riders from the Night's Watch told her she might lose a piece of it, Jeyne had wept over that as well. "No one will care what Arya looks like, so long as she is heir to Winterfell," he assured her. "A hundred men will want to marry her. A thousand."
The memory left Theon writhing in his chains. "Let me down," he pleaded. "Just for a little while, then you can hang me up again." Stannis Baratheon looked up at him, but did not answer. "Tree," a raven cried. "Tree, tree, tree."
Then other bird said, "Theon," clear as day, as Asha came striding through the door.
Qarl the Maid was with her, and Tristifer Botley. Theon had known Botley since they were boys together, back on Pyke. Why has she brought her pets? Does she mean to cut me free? They would end the same way as the Karstarks, if she tried.
Qarl the Maid和Tristifer波特利陪著她，席恩在他們小時候在派克島，在一起時就認識他了。為什麼她帶來她的寵物們？她的意思是要救走我嗎？他們會有和卡史塔克一樣的下場，如果她敢嘗試。
The king was displeased by their presence as well. "Your guards may wait without. If I meant harm to you, two men would not dissuade me."
The ironborn bowed and retreated. Asha took a knee. "Your Grace. Must my brother be chained like that? It seems a poor reward for bringing you the Stark girl."
The king's mouth twitched. "You have a bold tongue, my lady. Not unlike your turncloak brother."
"Thank you, Your Grace."
"It was not a compliment." Stannis gave Theon a long look. "The village lacks a dungeon, and I have more prisoners than I anticipated when we halted here." He waved Asha to her feet. "You may rise."
She stood. "The Braavosi ransomed my seven of my men from Lady Glover. I would glady pay a ransom for my brother."
"There is not enough gold on all your Iron Islands. Your brother's hands are soaked with blood. Farring is urging me to give him to R'hllor."
"Clayton Suggs as well, I do not doubt."
"Him, Corliss Penny, all the rest. Even Ser Richard here, who only loves the Lord of Light when it suits his purposes."
"The red god's choir only knows a single song."
"So long as the song is pleasing in god's ears, let them sing. Lord Bolton's men will be here sooner than we would wish. Only Mors Umber stands between us, and your brother tells me his levies are made up entirely of green boys. Men like to know their god is with them when they go to battle."
"Not all your men worship the same god."
"I am aware of this. I am not the fool my brother was."
"Theon is my mother's last surviving son. When his brothers died, it shattered her. His death will crush what remains of her... but I have not come to beg you for his life."
"Wise. I am sorry for your mother, but I do not spare the lives of turncloaks. This one, especially. He slew two sons of Eddard Stark. Every northman in my service would abandon me if I showed him any clemency. Your brother must die."
"Then do the deed yourself, Your Grace." The chill in Asha's voice made Theon shiver in his chains. "Take him out across the lake to the islet where the weirwood grows, and strike his head off with that sorcerous sword you bear. That is how Eddard Stark would have done it. Theon slew Lord Eddard's sons. Give him to Lord Eddard's gods. The old gods of the north. Give him to the tree."
And suddenly there came a wild thumping, as the maester's ravens hopped and flapped inside their cages, their black feathers flying as they beat against the bars with loud and raucous caws. "The tree," one squawked, "the tree, the tree," whilst the second screamed only, "Theon, Theon, Theon."
Theon Greyjoy smiled. They know my name, he thought.
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這章的時間直接接在第5集 亞莎最後一個pov（第3個）後面 這章完結的時間 卻還在第5集結尾之前 而馬丁給第5集安排的結尾是 瓊恩接到拉姆賽來信說他得到史坦尼斯的頭和劍 要他把一堆人送去給他……
這章一如馬丁慣用的手法 把拼圖慢慢拼下去 拼完前一頭霧水 讀者看了還是不知道第5集結尾發生了什麼事（廢話 這樣才會乖乖去買書啊） 只是 只是……這章就算擺進第5集 也一點違和感也沒有 只能說 馬丁從第4集以後寫出來的東西 恐怕3集內都還是同一個大段落
稍微討論一下這章 這章幾個重點是 史坦尼斯視破卡史塔克的臥底 被裡應外合消滅的可能消失 假艾莉亞 布拉佛斯銀行員 與史坦尼斯的使者一起前往長城 席恩生死未卜 史坦尼斯要燒掉他 亞莎要他在心樹前砍頭
結果 光憑這些還是完全猜不出大戰的結果 第一個問題是席恩 亞莎提出在湖中的心樹砍頭 是單純出於憐憫 還是詭計多端又迷人的亞莎（亞莎控發作） 想出什麼奸巧的計謀？就算真的是憐憫 在等待砍頭這段時間裡 搞不好佛雷已經打過來了
放心 席恩還有pov就代表他死不了的 亂猜的可能是 他快被砍頭時 佛雷攻過來造成混亂 曼德勒隨後來個夾殺 敵我大亂下 席恩被曼德勒的人馬俘虜 因為只有曼德勒知道真相
第二個問題 史坦尼斯這邊不太可能打輸 但他本人不一定沒事 換句話說 拉姆賽沒有打贏 但人大概沒事 問題在於他從何得知 艾莉亞是被送往長城？ 還有 老波頓的個性會給他寫這種信？
這裡我提出2個可能 第一 史坦尼斯詐死 隨便送去一顆頭和劍騙人 第二 信是曼斯．雷德用某種方法寫的 因為裡面所有的事 他通通知道 關鍵在 拉姆賽要野人王子幹什麼？ 這比較像曼斯想要的
以目前的情報來看 只能拿出未來瓊恩．雪諾大人的家族箴言了 “you know nothing 你什麼都不知道”
“冰與火之歌”的結尾有機會是史塔克 坦格里安和蘭尼斯特三分天下 比較好的狀況是分別由瓊恩 丹妮莉絲和提利昂統治 比較囧的狀況嘛……瑞肯 伊耿和提瑞克 但席恩幾乎確定是鐵群島統治者了（由很多蛛絲馬跡推斷暗示的）
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