We were found. Taken to Stannis Baratheon’s camp just beyond Winterfell's gates.

[ He smirks, almost grimly. He has truly been a captive for longer than he’s been free, passed from one hand to another. ]

I told him the truth, here. He didn’t believe me when I told him that the girl wasn’t Arya at all. He called me a liar.

[ Theon isn’t like his brother Maron. He isn’t a compulsive liar, but he is an actor. He acts to save face, acts to save his skin, acts like his life depends on it because it does and always has. ]

That’s fine. I called him a blind fool. At least that much is the truth.