"How long are you going to keep him tied up? Javan, that is."
Eodwine glanced at Thornden to see what expression could be read in his face: he was giving away nothing. But Eodwine understood brotherly concern. The tree trunk dragged between them, not even cutting a ditch in the hard, rocky ground.
"I will talk to him at sundown, after the others have eaten. He needs, I deem, an empty stomach to help his thinking. If he sees sense, and swears to do what he is told, then I will see about untying him.
"Do you wish to be involved in the talk?"
The sound of the tree trunk, and their footsteps, was the only sound for a moment.
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