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"This is my home." Giedd gestured to the front door, which was decorated winningly across the top with horses in full gallop. Most appropriate, thought Eodwine. "Would you like to come inside?"
"Eodwine!" came an urgent voice from the direction Meduseld, amid the clatter of hoofs. "Master Eodwine!"
Eodwine turned. "Beorctild! Good greetings! What news!"
The man was as big as a bear, his hair yellow as straw. His horse was big enough to hold him, blowing heated air from its nostrils. "The King summons you, Eodwine! A message must go to Gondor today!"
"My thanks, Beorctild. Please tell the king I shall come to him within the hour."
Beorctild bowed and cantered back up the hill.
Eodwine turned to Giedd. "I fear that I cannot accept your invitation at this time."
"If you are called away," said Giedd, "maybe Gudryn would like to stay with me a while?"
"My thanks, lady. Or you could ride with me, Gudryn," Eodwine replied, "'tis your choice to make. Do what you wish, my daughter."
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