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Thornden shook his head once before veering off to carry out Athanar’s orders. He found Coenred with the rest of the men. Most of them were out in the courtyard again, after quenching their thirst from riding.
“Lord Athanar wants five men inside with him. Two need to mount again and rid to the road and intercept any rider that Faramund sends out.”
“Is there trouble?” Coenred asked quietly.
Thornden hesitated in shaking his head either positively or negatively. Finally he answered, “I hope not. I think lord Athanar just wants to make sure that no trouble is made. Faramund is dodging all of lord Athanar’s questions about how well off the place is and why it seems to be thriving. I think he suspects Faramund somehow, for the people here don’t seem happy, but Faramund himself is rich. Anyway, as I said, Faramund won’t answer things straight, and then finally he got up and left. I think he was insulted.” He looked Coenred straight in the eye. “Listen, you are close enough to Athanar to possibly speak to him. Ask him to handle Faramund and the other lords carefully from this time on. Perhaps he’ll listen to you, but I dare not venture say a word, for fear he misunderstands me. He is too rough, too…dominating. Faramund cannot handle it, and I fear he may become angry and violent.
“But come, we must not tarry here. Get your men. I must got help Hilderinc find the man that was thrown out. Have you seen him?”
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