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Gárwine hated Dunlendings. In the years before the War, his grandfather had rode to the west with the men of the village to defend the towns on the borders from Dunlending raids. Only half of the riders returned, including Gárwine's father, but his grandfather had remained with the other half, now buried under the grass of the Westfold. When he returned, Gárwine's father told him about the savagery of the Dunlendings, and how they killed every golden-haired rider that stood in their path, and how they ran across the windy plains in huge, bloodthirsty hordes. From these stories Gárwine learned of the Dunlendings' dark hair, lust for gold, hatred of the Rohirrim, and inhuman ways of life.
And so when Gáwine saw a Dunlending ride up to the stables, he let out a groan. He would not get along well with this man, no matter how civilized he might appear riding a horse. He did not speak the language of the Mark very well.
"Good . . . meet," the Dunlending said, slowly and careful of each sound.
"Yes, good meet," said Léof, who treated the Dunlending with politeness. Still, Gárwine could see Léof's wariness of the visitor. "Come," he said, leading the Dunlending to Gárwine, "He will take you to the Eorl."
Gárwine could not believe his bad luck. He, an armed soldier of the Mark, was to lead this scruffy, poorly educated, half-savage Dunlending to the Eorl. He grinned with some annoyance at Léof. "Yes, I will take you to the Eorl," Gárwine said to the Dunlending. Even closer, Gárwine could see that one of the Dunlending's eyes was closed tightly shut. Was this a result of battle?
"Come, follow me," Gárwine told the Dunlending. The Dunlending was obedient, and followed just behind Gárwine. They entered a doorway leading into the inn, and they followed a dim hallway to the common room. Gárwine was nervous to have a Dunlending right behind him and just out of sight, but he just kept his hand near his sword and reminded himself that the Dunlending must be just as nervous to be so deep in the heart the Mark. He would've turned his head to get a better look at the visitor, but he wasn't sure if the Dunlending would find it rude to be stared at. Gárwine just kept his head and eyes forward and his hand resting upon the pommel of his sword.
Gárwine found Eodwine and Thornden walking through a doorway across the common room. He approached, with the Dunlending at his side. Eodwine and Thornden stared at the visitor. "My lord, he wishes speak with you."
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