Clogg and Tsarmina had reached the Eastern Coast. They had moored their two ships just out of sight of Marshank and set off into the swamps west of the fortress with their armies. Now they were meeting with the leader of the cannibal lizards that lived there.

"Just think of it, mate," said Clogg. "This Targaryen girl comes out of nowhere with her dragons and kills old Badrang, who weren't doing her no harm. And when I come along asking her to lend me a few slaves to row my ship, she refuses, even though she has no use for slaves herself. She just doesn't want me to have them. She's selfish."

"She sounds just like that big bird who comes around here," said the lizard leader. "He tries to stop us from eating other creatures even though he doesn't eat meat himself. But why should we help you? We have no quarrel with this Daenerys Targaryen."

"Think of the pickin's, matey," said Clogg. "If we break inside that fortress, you can have your fill of the creatures inside. Nice plump otters, fat juicy mice. Don't it make your mouth water just to think of it?"

"But didn't you just say you wanted the animals at Marshank for your slaves?" the lizard asked.

"There's no reason I should take all of them. There's enough to go around."

The lizard leader didn't look convinced. Then Tsarmina spoke up. "Permit me to call your attention to the exquisite joy of making others unhappy," she said. "Consider the pleasure of destroying harmless and innocent beasts."

The lizard's eyes lit up. "You're right! We've been hiding out in this swamp for too long. It's time we went out into the world and brought sorrow and dismay to its people."

"Excellent," said Clogg. "Now we just have to recruit the Gawtrybe and we'll be ready to attack."

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The Gawtrybe was a gang of wild squirrels who lived in the forest on the other side of the swamp. They loved nothing more than to play games, some of which endangered other creatures' lives. They wore sashes of gaily colored barkcloth and had bird feathers fastened to their tails.

Today a bunch of them were rolling around their camp, screeching, scrabbling and fighting. They pulled on each other's ears and tried to steal each other's feathers. This was their idea of a good time.

Suddenly they became aware of the presence of an outsider in their midst. All activity stopped. They stared at Clogg, who had just entered the clearing.

"Ahoy there," Clogg said. "I hear you like games. Well, I've got a really good one for you…"

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Whegg and Chinwart were making their way back to the capital when they ran into Hayley, Jeff, and Roger.

Hayley drew her sword. "Where's that girl you had with you?"

"What business is it of yours?" Chinwart sneered. "Get out of our way!" He drew his own sword and rushed at her, but Hayley was too fast for him. She brought her sword down on the rat's arm. Chinwart's weapon fell to the ground, along with the paw that had held it. When Chinwart bent to retrieve his severed hand, Hayley stabbed him in the side, killing him.

Whegg got scared and tried to make a break for it, but Roger ran up behind him and tripped him. Whegg fell down. Hayley planted a foot on his chest and held her sword over him. "Maybe you'll give us some answers, unlike your friend here. Where is she?"

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you all I know!" Whegg blubbered. "We delivered the girl to Ramsay Bolton! He said he was gonna take her to someplace called Winterfell!"

"How could you give her to that monster?" Hayley demanded.

"We were only carryin' out King Joffrey's orders!"

"How many times has that same excuse been made?" Hayley asked. "Think of every bully, cheat, plunderer or murderer before you who has lied with those same words. Once a villain is caught with no pack around him, then everyone is to blame except himself. He will lie, betray and cheat to save his hide. But sometimes there is justice in the world, and fate catches up with him."

She swung the sword. A moment later, Whegg's head was rolling across the ground.

"So, it looks like we're going to Winterfell, huh?" said Jeff.

Roger was grinning from ear to ear. "We'll need disguises to sneak in there. This might be fun after all."