Although Theon's men had tried to surrender to Ramsay, he had killed them all. He had taken Theon back to the Dreadfort and now he was torturing him. He had Theon hooked up to a machine. Whenever he pressed a button on a remote, Theon would get an electric shock.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Theon Greyjoy," said Theon.
"Wrong! Your name is Reek." Ramsay pushed the button and Theon got shocked.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Theon screamed.
"Now, tell me your name."
"Theon Greyjoy," Theon repeated defiantly.
"Wrong!" Ramsay pushed the button again.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"What's your name now?" Ramsay asked.
Theon had finally been broken down. "My name is Reek," he gasped out.
"Correct." But Ramsay pushed the button again anyway.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Tyrion was walking down the hall in the castle when he came upon a Dornishman.
"Tyrion Lannister!" the Dornishman exclaimed. "Can you direct me to your father?"
"Um… who are you?" Tyrion asked.
"My name's Oberyn Martell. We've met before, but you probably don't remember, since you were only a baby. I'm here to take up a position on the small council, like your father offered me."
"I thought he was offering it to your brother Doran," said Tyrion.
"Doran didn't wanna leave Dorne, so he sent me instead." Oberyn paused. "And I'm also after something else. As you know, my sister Elia was married to Prince Aegon Targaryen, and she and her children were slain during Robert's Rebellion. I want your father to point out her killer to me, so I can deal with him."
"I'll go get my father for you," Tyrion said nervously.
He went to Tywin's room and said, "The Dornish prince is here."
"Ah, good," said Tywin. "Doran Martell."
"No. Not Doran. Oberyn."
Tywin's lips pursed. "That's unfortunate. Oberyn has always been half mad. And the Tyrells hate him because he crippled Willis Tyrell in a jousting match. We'll have to keep him away from them."
"He also said something about wanting justice for his sister's murder," said Tyrion. "I think he knows Gregor Clegane was the one who killed her."
Tywin waved this off. "He knows nothing. He has heard tales, that's all. I will tell him that Ser Amory Lorch killed Elia and her children. Lorch is already dead, so that won't hurt anything."
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At Marshank, Daenerys stood before all the freed slaves. "You are free! All of you who suffered under the cruelty of Badrang, you who were stolen from your homes to lose many seasons of your lives chained in dark places, I give your lives back to you. But if you cannot remember where you came from, if you have nowhere to go, come with me to Westeros and help me liberate her from the false king Joffrey! Then when Westeros is liberate, we'll fight to liberate her some more!"
The assembled animals set up a roaring cheer.
Not far away, a pirate ship was sailing toward the coast. The captain was a fat stoat named Tramun Clogg. "Ha harr! I reckernizes that flag flyin' o'er yon place ashore," he said. "There's me messmate of bygone seasons, Badrang. If'n I know Badrang, 'e'll 'ave slaves aplenty, too many fer one beast to own. An ole matey like 'im won't begrudge enough fine slaves to row the Seascarab- 'ell's teeth, I should say not."
Clogg's crew- an assortment of rats, weasels, ferrets, and foxes- chuckled sinisterly.
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Where his hand had been, Jaime now had a tentacle, like you'd see on an octopus. "Why did you give me a tentacle?" he demanded of Qyburn. "You were supposed to give me a new hand!"
"Well, a tentacle is a kind of hand."
Then Jaime noticed something. "Hold on, you're not a real maester! If you were, you'd be wearing a chain."
"Oh, I dropped out halfway through maester school." Actually, Qyburn had been kicked out. "School's not a place for smart people. I can learn much more on my own."
Hayley was in Harrenhal's bathhouse, scrubbing off weeks' worth of caked on grime and filth from the trek through the Riverlands. Jaime then appeared in the doorway assisted by a servant, barely able to stand from the pain he was in. His new tentacle arm seemed to have a mind of his own, and it was flopping around all over the place. The sight disgusted Hayley.
The servant took off Jaime's muddy rags and left. Jaime then walked into the same communal bath Hayley was in, but on the far side.
"Do you have to get into the same bath I'm in?" Hayley asked angrily.
"I want this one," said Jaime.
"Don't tell me you've got the hots for me!" Hayley exclaimed.
"Relax. I do have standards, you know."
"Oh, that's right, I forgot. You prefer your sister."
Jaime said, "The only reason I'm getting into the same tub as you's because I'm afraid I'm going to pass out at any moment, and I want you to save me from drowning if I do. I don't want to be the first Lannister to die in a bathroom. The only thing worse than drowning in a tub would be dying on the toilet."
"Why should I care how you die?" Hayley said.
"You swore a solemn vow to get me to King's Landing in one piece, and so far, that hasn't been going so well." He pointed at his octopus arm with his one human arm. "No wonder Renly died, if you were guarding him."
Hayley defiantly stood up, facing him fully nude. "I'm not afraid of you, Kingslayer."
"Kingslayer," he repeated. "Everyone calls me Kingslayer, if they're not calling me worse names. Oathbreaker. A man without honor. But what about all the people Aerys killed? Lords he didn't like, Hands who failed him, anyone he thought was against him. Near the end, he had his pyromancers place caches of wildfire all over King's Landing. When my father's forces surrounded the city, he commanded me to bring him my father's head, and his pyromancer to set the city ablaze and kill everyone. He believed he would be reborn as a dragon in the fire. That was my breaking point. I killed the pyromancer first, then Aerys. What would you have done if your precious Renly had asked you to kill your own father, and then stand by and do nothing as he murdered thousands of innocent people?"
Hayley was stunned. "Why didn't you tell anyone this before? Why didn't you tell Peter Griffin when he found you?"
"He didn't want to hear my side of the story. He'd already judged me guilty!" Jaime was shouting now. "By what right does the wolf dare judge the lion?"
All of a sudden, his tentacle made a lunge for the bottom of the tub. It seemed to like the water. Jaime was dragged down with it. His face was submerged in the water. Hayley ran to pull him up, but the tentacle didn't want to let go. Hayley heaved as hard as she could. She pulled so hard that she and Jaime both fell backward and crashed into the wooden wall of the bathtub. The tub wall broke and water spilled out everywhere. Jaime and Hayley found themselves lying naked on the ground in a puddle.
Hayley jumped up, wanting to put some distance between herself and him. "The Kingslayer needs help!" she called.
"Jaime," he whimpered. "My name is Jaime." Then he fainted.
