Eodwine and company
The youth looked Eodwine over with a somewhat haughtier look than expected.
"Who is it that suggests threats against one of the Helmingas?"
Eodwine raised a brow. "We have only your word of that. Your garb, gear, and actions say you are not of such noble lineage."
"Even so, I am." The youth looked Eodwine up and down. "You have not yet answered my question. Who are you?"
"He talks like one of such lineage," Garreth said, "I'll give 'im that."
The youth flicked Garreth a glance and stood, feet well apart, facing Eodwine.
"Very well. I am Eodwine of the Gap, messenger of King Eomer. The girl you chased is a friend of mine. You still must name yourself and answer for your rashness before I show you the respect due your claim."
The youth lifted his chin so he could look down his nose at the taller Rohirrim. "I am Dégas of the Folde, and you stand between me and my twin sister."
"What!" Eodwine in surprise.
Falco strolled in front of Eodwine and looked up at Dégas, measuringly, as he puffed on his pipe. With a disgusted grimace, Dégas waved at the smoke assaulting his nostrils.
Falco took the pipe from his mouth and said, "You still haven't proved nothing but that you can make big claims. Show us who you are and maybe we'll be kind, and then only if the lady Saeryn says so. What say you?"
"Aye," Harreld grated. "What say you to that?"
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