‘You are as heavy footed as any Man.’ she said quietly, her back still to him. She turned slowly in her chair, the burden of the twins making her movements cumbersome. ‘Come, sit with us. I was just filling in a memory for Nárello. He is proving to be quite the artist.’
She unrolled the boy’s drawing, securing the corners with honey pot and mug and plate at three of the corners, as her own hand held down the fourth. ‘A good rendering, is it not, Derufin?’
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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