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I've yielded Winterfell to Theon.
Louder.
Say Prince Theon.
I've yielded Winterfell to Prince Theon.
You all know me.
Aye, we know you for a steaming sack of ***.
Farlen, you be silent.
Listen to your little lord, Farlen.
He has more sense than you do.
All of you should do as he commands.
My father has donned the ancient crown of Salt and Rock
and declared himself King of the Iron Islands.
He claims the North as well by right of conquest.
- You are all his subjects. - *** that.
I serve the Starks.
- If you think you can hold the North with it... - Shut up!
THEON: If you serve me as loyally as you served Ned Stark,
- I will be as good to you as he ever was. - Steady.
Betray me, and you will wish you hadn't.
Maester Luwin, send a raven to Pyke
informing my father of my victory here.
And one to Deepwood Motte to my sister.
Inform her that she's to bring 500 men to Winterfell.
You are a maester of the Citadel,
sworn to serve the Lord of Winterfell, are you not?
I am.
I am the Lord of Winterfell as Bran just informed you.
Send the ravens.
My lord.
My Lord Greyjoy.
I see you've finally learned how to address your betters.
What do you want?
I was brought here a captive.
You were here the day I was taken.
I'm the one who took you. What of it?
Let me serve you.
THEON: Serve me how?
I need fighters, not kitchen ***.
It was Robb Stark who put me in the kitchens.
Put a spear in my hand again.
So you can bury it in my neck? Do you take me for a fool?
Get up.
Step aside.
Why?
It's your dream, little lord.
The ocean has come to swallow this place.
I ain't letting it drown me.
THEON: You'll all go about your tasks as usual.
- And in a few days' time... - RODRIK: Greyjoy!
We caught this one on his way back from Torrhen's Square.
Took out two of ours before I got his sword.
Ser Rodrik, it grieves me that we meet as foes.
It grieves me you've less honor than a back alley ***.
You were raised here under this roof.
- These people are your people. - They are not my people.
King Robb thought of you as a brother.
My brothers are dead.
They died fighting Stark men, men like you.
Aye, they died fighting a war your father started.
Lord Stark raised you among his own sons.
Among them, but not one of them.
I was his hostage, taken from my home.
If he were alive to see this...
He's not. He's dead.
The Seven Kingdoms are at war.
And Winterfell is mine.
I should have put a sword in your belly instead of in your hand.
You've served this house faithfully, old man.
- But keep talking and I'll...
Take him to the cells. Lock him up...
My prince.
You cannot let that stand. He must pay.
I'll lock him in a cell until he rots.
No, he has to pay the iron price.
They'll never respect you while he lives.
Ser Rodrik,
I sentence you to death!
No! You said no harm would come to them if I yielded.
The old man couldn't keep his mouth shut.
I urge you not to make a hasty decision.
THEON: He disrespected me in front of my men.
That was his decision, not mine.
He is worth more to you alive than dead.
The Starks will pay.
Please, Theon, think what you do.
You'll address me as Prince Theon or you'll be next.
Come.
No!
- No! - BRAN: Theon!
Rodrik!
He who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
BRAN: I'm begging you. RODRIK: Coward.
Stop.
Stop! Stop right now!
You don't give commands anymore, little lord.
- Please, stop this. Please stop him. - RODRIK: Hush now, child.
I'm off to see your father.
BRAN: You said no harm would come!
You said no harm would come. Theon, please.
Any last words, old man?
Gods help you, Theon Greyjoy.
Now you are truly lost.
BRAN: Theon, please don't. Do something!
I'll do anything, please!
RICKON: No, please stop it!