Eodwine heard sounds of someone approaching. Not just one.
"Shhh!" he whispered to Garstan, and drew his sword as quietly as he could. He stood over Garstan and waited.
Someone burst into the clearing.
"Halt or die!" Eodwine said as menacingly as he could.
The someone lifted his sword and took a stance of readiness. One more came into the clearing, distracting Eodwine for a moment.
"Lord!"
Lord? Eodwine took a closer look at his opponent. It was Thornden. His sword was now hanging in his hand so that the tip was in the grass. Two others now joined Thornden and the first one.
"Thornden! What is the meaning of this, attacking your own lord and wounded fellow?" Eodwine forgot to lower his sword.
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