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Folwren · 07-22-2011, 07:16 PM

Thornden had not heard what Léof said. Ceonred had spoken at that moment. But he instantly felt the change in the attitude around the table, and it wasn’t from what Coenred said.

In fact, Coenred’s reply had once more taken Thornden aback. Not that his words had anything to disagree with, more that he regretted a misunderstanding, however small, to have sprung from something he said. He had not meant that Athanar would not be able to keep control of his hall. He had merely meant that if some of Eodwine’s old followers had attempted to put Eodwine in his old place, Eodwine would have declined the offer firmly, and thereby stopped any uprising before it even began. No one would force Eodwine into a position he did not want.

But these thoughts and explanations had to go unsaid, for Coenred stood up immediately and ordered everyone to their daily business. Most of the men got up immediately and walked away. Thornden rose, too, but paused a moment, intending to ask one of the soldiers about the condition of the weapons in the weaponry. Before he addressed him, he saw Scyrr rise and turn towards Léof.

“You’d better watch your tongue, stableboy. It might get you into trouble.”

Thornden turned to look just as Léof leapt to his feet, a look of insult and fury clear on his face, and Thornden truly feared that he would assault Scyrr that instant. But he did not. Instead, he stormed out, heading no doubt for the stables.

“Léof, wait a moment!” Thornden called. But he did not wait. Perhaps he did not hear. “What did he say?” he asked, aloud, turning back around.

“Something about lord Athanar,” the soldier replied. “I don’t know, I didn’t hear. They were talking about Eodwine’s return and how he greeted Athanar.”

Thornden nodded. The two of them quickly discussed the weapons and decided that they could check and put them in order that morning, and then Thornden hurried out to see if he could find Léof.

Ӕthel was tied in the stable aisle, but she was unsaddled. She looked over at Thornden when he entered and whinnied softly. Thornden walked passed her, stroking her gently as he went by. He went to the tack room and stopped in the doorway. Léof sat in the middle of the floor, staring off into space and looking as though he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning.

“What’s the matter, Léof?” he asked.

07-22-2011, 07:16 PM	#1082
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Thornden had not heard what Léof said. Ceonred had spoken at that moment. But he instantly felt the change in the attitude around the table, and it wasn’t from what Coenred said. In fact, Coenred’s reply had once more taken Thornden aback. Not that his words had anything to disagree with, more that he regretted a misunderstanding, however small, to have sprung from something he said. He had not meant that Athanar would not be able to keep control of his hall. He had merely meant that if some of Eodwine’s old followers had attempted to put Eodwine in his old place, Eodwine would have declined the offer firmly, and thereby stopped any uprising before it even began. No one would force Eodwine into a position he did not want. But these thoughts and explanations had to go unsaid, for Coenred stood up immediately and ordered everyone to their daily business. Most of the men got up immediately and walked away. Thornden rose, too, but paused a moment, intending to ask one of the soldiers about the condition of the weapons in the weaponry. Before he addressed him, he saw Scyrr rise and turn towards Léof. “You’d better watch your tongue, stableboy. It might get you into trouble.” Thornden turned to look just as Léof leapt to his feet, a look of insult and fury clear on his face, and Thornden truly feared that he would assault Scyrr that instant. But he did not. Instead, he stormed out, heading no doubt for the stables. “Léof, wait a moment!” Thornden called. But he did not wait. Perhaps he did not hear. “What did he say?” he asked, aloud, turning back around. “Something about lord Athanar,” the soldier replied. “I don’t know, I didn’t hear. They were talking about Eodwine’s return and how he greeted Athanar.” Thornden nodded. The two of them quickly discussed the weapons and decided that they could check and put them in order that morning, and then Thornden hurried out to see if he could find Léof. Ӕthel was tied in the stable aisle, but she was unsaddled. She looked over at Thornden when he entered and whinnied softly. Thornden walked passed her, stroking her gently as he went by. He went to the tack room and stopped in the doorway. Léof sat in the middle of the floor, staring off into space and looking as though he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning. “What’s the matter, Léof?” he asked.