"No, I didn't say that it's your responsibility, I'm just suggesting that you come up with a clever idea to get us back on the trail - and quick!"
The words smote Frea in the face, and he turned on his brother in furious anger; the words flying out of his mouth in a fit of screaming rage. "If I did not lose them, it is not my job to find them, you dull idiot! I am no tracker, I am a prison guard. You will regret those words, Graitwa!"
His brother did not flinch at the verbal barrage; in fact, a thin smile slowly covered his normally impassive features. When he spoke, Graitwa spit the words out with obvious contempt. "Well then, dear brother, I suppose that since we cannot find them, I shall return to Edoras. I will not stand here and be insulted by my young and foolish brother; who got us into this fine mess in the first place."
As he turned to go, Hama caught the man by the arm. "Wait, Graitwa, I am sure that this matter can be worked out peacefully. We have not completely lost the trail, it has merely become difficult to see the shallow markings in this dim light. Why not make a camp, as it appears that a storm is blowing in, and leave these troubles for the morning."
The words had been woven skillfully, with the tact of a true politician. Frea knew that it would be unwise to disagree, for doing so would certainly cause Graitwa to leave on the spot. The man consented to the arrangement, though still smoldering inside him was a deep anger at his brother. And it was one that would not leave him for many days.
[ July 25, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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