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Back to Robb's camp. Robb and Catelyn are shocked, furious, terrified for Bran and Rickon. But Robb can't go back North or he'll lose the war. One of his counselors offers to send "his bastard at the Dreadfort" (cool name) off to Winterfell with a few designerburberrystore hundred men to take the castle back. Robb says fine, but he wants Theon brought to him alive. Up in Winterfell, though, Theon is having a pretty good time, drinking in front of the fire, and listening to Osha beg him for help. He's disinclined, but she persists. "We know things, we free people...Other things....savage things," she purrs, shucking off her robe. Under which she is, of course, stark naked. Theon agrees to give her "freedom" in exchange for a night of "service." Ick. Back at King's Landing, Shae is tending to Sansa's cuts and bruises. "He hated me...I saw it in his eyes...why?" she moans to Shae. Shae has just about had enough of whiny rich girls. "Your horse eats better than his children," she explains. She also advises Sansa to shut up about hating the king, not to say such things even in front of her. "Don't trust anyone, it's safer," she tells her. See, I knew Shae would be great for Sansa! In Winterfell, Theon is sleeping, snoring. The naked Osha rises from beside him, hovers over him for a moment so that I think she's going to slit his throat. Between that and the besmirching of Joffrey, this was going to be a great episode. But no -- she rises up and sneaks out. She slips outside a door in the Winterfell wall, and runs into a Iron Island guard. She says she's got a gift from Theon -- her body to keep him warm. Except when he gets close she grabs his dagger and filets him. A quick burberry accessories whistle, and here comes Rickon, Hodor with Bran, and the boys' direwolves through the door out of Winterfell. They trot out into the night with Osha. So that's three Stark kids out on the road, with no one to know where they are. Poor Catelyn. Back to Qarth, where Dany is grousing to Ducksauce that no one will give her any darn boats! The silk people do too much business with the Lannisters already, the copper guy wants sex in exchange for his one measly boat. She's pretty huffy. Ducksauce feels she may be expecting to much if she plans on conquering the world without compromising. Look at him, he says. "I have done many things, Khaleesi, that a righteous man would condemn. And here I am. With no regrets," he says. This is capitalism city, aint' it? They enter Ducksauce's courtyard...and find it filled with dead bodies. Dany runs screaming for the stairs, but it's too late. At least one of the It is Known girls is dead on the floor, and the dragon cages are empty. "Where are my dragons?!" Dany bellows -- you know, to the extent that a five-foot-tall, size two girl can bellow. Cut to a wide stone path going upward toward an extra-tall, perfectly round tower. A figure with what looks like a muslin sheet draped over it's head is walking unsteadily up the stairs, both arms straight out, crucifixition style, with a box straped to its back. Tiny dragon tails drape out of the corners of the box, and the burberry best sunglasses brown cheap for sale 2012 is filled with the sound of mournful screeching as the dragonettes yell for mom.