Meg was filling a flagon from a cask when she heard a woman scream out in the adjoining courtyard. She rushed out to see what had happened.
The body of the Tickler lay on the ground, surrounded by Lannister men at arms. "Maybe it was Harren's ghost flung him down," one of them said. Meg looked up at the ramparts and saw Mask. He was disguised as a human again but she recognized him from before. He put a single finger to his face. "One," he mouthed silently.
Meg smiled at the justice she had wrought on the torturer. "It's me," she thought. "I'm the ghost in Harrenhal." And that night, there was one less name to hate.
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Stewie screwed the last screw in place with a screwdriver. "Excellent," he said. "The device is complete at last."
With some help from the Pines twins, he had finally finished his special suit that would enable him to walk again.
"Try it! Try it!" Mabel cried.
Stewie wriggled into the suit. He stood up and walked across the room. Dipper and Mabel cheered.
"This is a great day for science," Stewie said. "Victory is mine." He yawned. "Think I'll go to bed."
He walked over to the bed and flopped down onto it. He kicked off the suit and let it drop onto the floor next to the bed.
"Maybe you should take better care of that," said Dipper.
Stewie waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow."
Dipper and Mabel stepped out of the room, and Stewie closed his eyes.
He was awakened a few hours later by someone bursting into his room! Stewie sat up in bed. "What the deuce?"
Theon Greyjoy stood before him, along with a bunch of men from the Iron Islands. "Hello, Stewie. I've taken Winterfell."
"What… is this a joke? I thought you were out fighting for Chris."
"He sent me back to Pyke, and now I'm fighting for my father Balon instead. Come with me. We're going down to the courtyard."
Theon stepped forward. "Watch out!" Stewie cried. "You'll step on my suit!"
There was a sickening crunch. Stewie looked down at Theon's feet. "Ah! My device! It's twisted! It's cracked! It's hopelessly broken! Damn you to seven hells!"
"We're gonna go down, and you're gonna tell your people that you've yielded Winterfell to me," Theon said.
"I never yielded," Stewie brazened. "You can't make me say I did!"
"This is no children's game, Stewie," said Theon. "If you don't yield, I'll kill everyone in Winterfell!"
"You hated us the whole time you lived with us, didn't you?" Stewie said. But Theon did not answer as he carried Stewie downstairs.
Among the crowd in the courtyard were Maester Hartman, Hodor, Dipper, and Mabel. "Listen to what your little lordling has to say," said Theon.
A good lord protects his people, Stewie reminded himself. "I've yielded Winterfell to Theon."
"Louder, Stewie. And call me prince."
Stewie raised his voice. "I have yielded Winterfell to Prince."
"No, call me Prince Theon. God! Do I have to spell everything out for you?"
"Yeah, I knew what you meant. I was just being a dick. Anyway, yeah, I yield Winterfell to Prince Theon. All of you should do as he commands you and shit."
"Damned if I will!" bellowed Maester Hartman. "You're no Northerner. You're not even Westerosi! You're an Iron Islander! If you think you can hold the north with this sorry lot of squids, you've got another…"
One of Theon's men drove a spear into the back of Hartman's neck and he died. Mabel and Dipper shot horrified looks at Stewie.
"Who else has something to say?" Theon asked.
"Hodor hodor hodor hodor!" Hodor shouted.
"Someone kindly shut that halfwit up." Two ironmen began to beat Hodor with the butts of their spears. Hodor dropped to the floor, trying to shield himself with his hands.
Stewie couldn't believe it. In a far-fetched way, his dream had come true. The sea hadn't come to Winterfell, but the ironmen had. And Maester Hartman drowned not in water, but on his own blood.
