Harreld and Garreth
"Ho!" laughed Garreth. "You've some spice in you, eh?" Our pa's Ambleth of Edoras and our ma's his wife, to be sure, and her name's Hilde. They live at our home, you see, for we take care of them now. They're not so young anymore."
"Leastways they both have their legs under 'em," said Harreld.
"More's the pity, always gettin' underfoot in the shop, the old man!" said Garreth.
Harreld waved a reproachful finger at his brother. "Now don't go talking that way about those who brought you into the world."
Garreth grinned and winked. "Trying to look the better of us for the wee lass, are you?"
"Ho! You think I'm a-courting! Ha!" Harreld lifted his big mug of tea and drank deeply, hiding his reddening face.
Ayeth snickered behind her little hand.
"Courting, aye." But Garreth was shaking his head. "You would think we could find us some lasses as wanted to be rich as smith's wives, but somehow we drive 'em off. Maybe they think they're expected to marry the both of us! Ha! That would be too much of a good thing." He peered at Ayeth. "How old are you, lass?"
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