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Old 04-11-2006, 03:45 PM   #210
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Firefoot has been trapped in the Barrow!
Léof had awakened early as usual, making his slow way down the aisle to check on the horses. He still walked with a noted limp and probably walked more on it than he ought, though he did readily accept the help of those who came out to the stables. This had worked out considerably better than he had originally thought, and at least in this way the past few days had run smoothly.

In other ways, though… he still had not worked out his feelings toward Gárwine, Thornden, and Æðel, and while relations were not precisely hostile, nor were they very friendly. Léof had lost much of the trust he had gained in his first week. He might be able to understand why they had wanted his foot checked out, but as for how… the memory of the man-handling still stung.

Then, of course, there was the previous night. Léof did not know exactly what Leocsley and Wultheof had been doing, but they had been quite noisy about it, and far into the night. Several times he had been tempted to go and ask them to be quiet, but had always refrained, thinking that even if it was his place, they probably would not listen to him. Léof did not mind if they chose to sleep in the stables so long as they were quiet about it and did not disturb the horses (or him), although he did feel rather insulted that Larswic felt the need for them to guard their horses, as if Léof had no qualifications whatsoever. He had noticed in smug annoyance how tired and unwell they looked this morning – perhaps they had found some ale, then, last night. Served them right.

Seeing the horses all right, Léof wandered out to find some breakfast. He had discovered a rather stiff way of walking so as to put more weight on his heel and minimize the pain in his toes. He was enjoying a hot roll when Thornden came rushing in with a limp and injured boy in his arms. At Thornden's orders he went to tie up Flíthaf; then, curious, Léof followed slowly as they took the boy into one of the downstairs rooms and Eodwine issued a set of orders. He stopped in the doorway, getting his first good look at the boy. He seemed in pain, and there was a gash on his forehead. Léof felt a wave of pity for the boy.

“Anything I can do to help, sir?”

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