Some of the female captives were lords' daughters, some were knights' wives, and some were castle serving girls.
Crow's Eye still made the lords' daughters pour their wine naked, drawing a roar of laughter from the Ironborn.
Defeating an enemy is one thing. Humiliating them is another, Victarion thought. Crow's Eye had once humiliated his wife like this, too.
Crow's Eye pushed away the woman in his arms, a bastard girl named Flowers, and climbed onto the table.
"Euron!"
"Euron!"
"Euron!" The captains hammered their cups and stamped their feet.
The Ironborn cheered Crow's Eye's name. The victories they had won following him were so sweet.
Balon had given them the barren lands of the North, with no progress to show for it, while Crow's Eye attacked the richer, more enticing Reach.
"I promise you more. I promise you Westeros." Crow's Eye delivered another brilliant speech, and the Ironborn listened, spellbound. "This is only your first taste, no more than a little mouthful... I promise you a feast to savor in the days ahead."
There was something strangely alluring about Crow's Eye, with his blue lips and blue eyes.
He has stolen my victory again, Victarion thought in grief and anger.
The revelry continued, like wave after wave.
Victarion looked around and saw that Crow's Eye had left the hall at some point. "He slipped away again."
Victarion was a powerfully built man who could hold a great deal of liquor, but he had drunk too much today.
"My father wants to see you." One of Crow's Eye's bastard sons came to summon Victarion. The boy was only ten, with bushy curls and mud-colored skin. "My father has something to say to you."
The commander of the Iron Fleet followed the bastard, the sounds of laughter, rape, and revelry fading