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The man gave out his name as Osfrid, liege man of Sorn, and asked Eodwine and Garstan their business and what they would be doing with such a great number of men.
"I am Eodwine, Eorl of the Middle Emnet, and thus your lord's lord. I charge you to tell him that I want to speak with him. There is a report that he has done wrong, and I would hear from his own mouth otherwise."
Osfrid smiled and said that such a thing could not be true of his lord. Eodwine thought that he heard something behind the wall that stood head-high to his right, but assumed that it must be an animal or some such.
"I would still hear the words from your lord himself."
Suddenly Garstan was diving across him and fell to the ground at his feet. The one called Osfrid took one look and darted back toward the main hall. Eodwine did not know what to make of the quick actions of the others, until he saw a knife stuck in his man's shoulder.
"Garstan!"
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