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Harreld
Harreld could have stood there with his arms around Ginna for a long time, and was tempted to; but he remembered Eodwine's request.
"Lord Eodwine asked me to see what swords I have in my trove that could be used by Saeryn as gift to him. Shall we go see what we can find, my love?"
Beaming, she smiled up at him. "Yes. My love."
This was good, Harreld thought, as something inside him warmed and grew and felt like courage and hope and joy all rolled into one. He let go of her and held out his arm to her. She took it and they made their way to the smithy.
Rowenna
Rowenna had been craning her neck while in the midst of the crowd, to spot Degas and had had no luck. She went looking, and found him near the piles of wood and stone, speaking with Nain the Dwarf.
"Excuse me," she said. The Dwarf bowed and Degas greeted her.
"I would beg a boon of you, lord Degas. I am of the Folde. Two years ago my father's homestead was raided by villains, he slain, and I taken against my will. I would ride to the Folde with you and see what is left of my father's lands, and if you are willing, make you guardian of them and me until I wed, so that they may serve as bride price."
His mild expression turned serious as she spoke, and the Dwarf's brow rose in some surprise or intrigue.
"You have given much thought to this, I see."
"Yes, lord. You need not give answer this minute if you wish, but I would like to ride with you tomorrow, if it please you."
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