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Old 05-23-2010, 02:16 PM   #11
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Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.

Merra understood more than Mir gave her credit for. She nodded her head to both his first and his second, true command and then withdrew. She tugged mutely at Penram’s sleeve and together they slipped out of a door leading farther into the house. There they stopped, and Merra told Penram what Mir had said.

“But I don’t want to hide. I want to see what happens.” She looked at her brother, her eyes giving him the pleading expression she gave when she was trying to get him to do something.



The house was surprisingly nice, in Hama’s eyes. He had never been inside his previous master’s home, so he really had nothing to compare it to, but he did not think that a captain of the guard would own such a home and keep such furnishings. It was not like the home of a warrior in his own country, where the décor would have been simple, and practical. There was little extra finery in Rohan.

When Mir addressed them, Hama fixed his eyes on him and locked his attention into his words. At first, he reached up and clasped his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. But as Mir’s voice continued to grow softer and his words more poisonous, Hama’s hands came down and soon rested on his knees. His eyes flicked between Mir and Regnár, knowing the results of Mir’s words would likely be a fierce rejoinder, if not a physical attack. Although Hama was not the only slave there who knew that Mir’s life must be spared at present, he was probably the only one capable of keeping Regnár from taking it at present. He waited, poised to spring, if necessary.
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