Pyke Solar

[Fel]

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Andrik is shown inside, and fins Dagon Harlaw sitting looking out at the sea. Dagon rises and turns to look at Andrik with no sign of emotion.

"One-eye," Dagon says softly when Andrik enters, "you have been away a long time."

Two guards stand at the door outside.

[Horas]

"I have," Andrik says. He looks at the other man for a time, trying to find his measure. "You are Dickon's grandson?"

[Fel]

Dagon nods, and continues to watch Andrik through grey eyes.

[Horas]

"He was a good reaver," Andrik says, "And a good man. But his name was Harlaw, not Greyjoy. This is not his castle. And it is not yours."

[Fel]

Dagon considers those words, then sits down.

"My grandfather was an able reaver, and a poor leader of the Iron Islands. Under him, Pyke was taken."

"This was not his keep, but it is mine." Dagon said flatly.

[Horas]

"We heard the news in Dorne," Andrik says, "The last of Balor Greyjoy's children is dead. Your claim to this keep died with her."

Andrik sits down as well, but his one eye never leaves Dagon's face. "You will inherit Ten Towers one day, as is the God's law. But Castle Pyke is seat of house Greyjoy, and you are not a Kraken."

[Fel]

Dagon continues to look at Andrik for a long time before speaking. "This is your seat? Prove it, turn the guards against me, rise the people who work the land against me. Do not come here with greenlander notions of ownership and inheritance, bring my army against me, One-Eye, and then you will be free to sit here, and I will leave without contest."

[Horas]

Andrik grins as a chuckle escapes his lips, then a booming laugh. "Greenlander notions? Forgive me, Harlaw, I forgot how you paid the Iron Price for all of this," Andrik waves a hand across the room, "Because from what I heard, your father tossed you a scrap by giving you Pyke while you hid behind his legs. You have won no victories that I have heard of."

"Let us do this the old way, Dagon Harlaw. I will fight you before the sight of the God and the sight of the men here on Pyke, whom we both claim to rule. The man who is standing at the end will be the only one who can name himself Lord of Pyke."

[Fel]

Dagon fixed Andrik with a steely gaze, "I have remained to lead Pyke, to defend the Iron Islands, during two wars, while you have been away raping farmwomen and stealing trinkets and you would saunter up here and tell me you have the greater claim?"

"Very well, since you cower away from the true test of the Lord of Pyke, I will meet you with sword in hand."

[Horas]

Andrik laughs again. "As my brother would say, the Drowned God made the Ironborn to reave, Harlaw, not sit behind castle walls while others do the fighting. But if it pleases you to name your cowering bravery, carry on. I will see your true measure soon enough."

Andrik rises. "I will meet you at the docks by the sea, three hours hence, with my axe in my hand. Bring as many men as you need to soothe your fears."

With that statement, Andrik leaves.