Ędegard speaks with Argeleafa
Leafa raised her eyes to his face. "The matter stands here. I feel I cannot marry you without my father's permission, which means we should have to wait some time until he decided it was best for his family to return home. And so if we returned to Edoras, or wherever it is you live, we would have to wait some time to be wed. Meanwhile I should have nowhere to stay, for I know no one. The only one I know who can take care of me until I enter your home as your wife is Liornung, and I do not think he will be returning until this quest is over. I do not say that I cannot return now. I merely say that there are some obstacles to hinder us. But I will do what you deem advisable."
Ędegard marveled at her good sense, for she had thought of things that he had not even begun to consider. "You amaze me."
She blushed deeply, but did not look away, and smiled. "I do not know what you mean."
"Everything you have said to me rings with wisdom and rightness. Of course I will ask your father for your hand-" he paused, frowning. "-in marriage. If he will have me."
Ędegard looked wistfully into the distance, biting his lip, his brow suddenly furrowed.
"What is it, Ędegard? What is the matter?"
He turned to her. "Do you really think your father would let you marry a one handed man?"
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