Cnebba
Cnebba looked from Javan to Garmund and from Garmund to Javan. He was not quite sure what to do. Javan was almost a grown-up, so he did have a sort of authority. But Garmund was his best friend.
"Not your business," he said.
There was a flare of anger in Javan's eyes.
"But it was not much trouble. Harreld and Ginna were quite kind in the end," he elaborated.
Now Garmund too flashed him an angry stare.
Cnebba looked from Garmund to Javan and from Javan to Garmund. Suddenly he missed his first days in the Mead Hall and how little Lčothern had been his best friend. It had been much simpler back then.
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