“Well, here we are son,” Theoryn Graveheart said to me behind his, or rather, my grandfather’s greathelm. He was wearing my grandfather’s knightly armor. It has been a long and anxious wait as the siege engines fired rocks against the walls of Pyke –the main Greyjoy fortress. “Let’s do my knightly father proud, eh?” “Aye, father,” I replied behind mine own helm. “Remember the words I taught you?” “Valar morghulis.” “Aye, valar dohaeris. Don’t ever forget. All men must die. All men must serve.” “And may the god of Death stay away from us, father,” I replied with a grin,
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