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"… I know, I know…"
Patchface is chasing him. Theon tells Ser Axell, and he bundles him off saying it is just a foolish delusion.
But Theon knows he is right.
Maester Cressen tries to reassure him, telling Theon that Patchface was brought here to entertain Stannis and Renly, young boys, give them company and Theon is a young boy, after all.
But Theon knows it is not true.
Patchface does not want to entertain him, he does not want Theon to be here.
"You've no place here. No place, no. I know, I know. No, no, no…"
Again and again.
Theon can go neither to Ser Axell, nor to Maester Cressen once more.
Davos would believe him – no doubt he would – but he is not going to visit to Dragonstone for a fortnight.
Until then…
"… no place here, no place there, no place, no place anywhere."
Without end.
However, that is far better than his songs about Theon's painful and gruesome death. A lot of various deaths.
Theon should be slaughtered like an animal, he hums.
Theon should be burnt alive, he sings.
Theon should be flayed and cut into pieces.
And Theon lies on the floor in front of his chamber's door, in fear that Patchface will come to kill him himself.
And one night he comes. He does not try to open the door but he sits down on the other side and sings and hums for hours and hours as if it were a lullaby.
But Theon cannot sleep. He hears and listens to every word.
The comprehensible ones.
"Blades and knives wait for you, I know, I know, little lord."
And the strange ones.
"Hands of black and eyes of blue, I know, I know, oh, oh, oh."
Night by night.
