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"You called him my lord!" cried Léoðern accusingly to Ginna. "Then I can call you my lady!" The little girl grinned.
"But he is a lord!" Ginna said.
"No he's not! He's just Eorl Eodwine!"
Eodwine laughed. "And your most humble servant, Léoðern. May we take the lady Ginna from you? You see, she is going to stay here and work for me."
"You're going to stay here?!" The little girl's grin widened and her face brightened.
"Yes, she is," Eodwine answered for Ginna. "May we take her?" He looked up. "Ah, there's your father now, and I'd say that he seems to be looking for you."
Garstan was indeed coming back from across the main road where he had just deposited his son Garmund for sheep sheering.
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