Eodwine thought a moment, and could think of no especial item that suited his fancy. "I'll hand your favor to Saeryn. Let her name what she would like, and I will try it, if you have it, sing noddy hey noddy all the day long." He winked at Bęthberry and stretched, glad that the press of the day's events were sliding from him.
But Gudryn looked up at him, hot cider in hand, looking mournful. He looked at her kindly.
"Gudryn, lass, fear not. 'Twas we two before, and if it remains so yet a while, we'll do well enough. If some likely lady comes our way and shows herself to be as well disposed to you as the lady Giedd, then I pray she'll be as well disposed to being titled and joining on a new adventure."
"Will we be going to Dunland soon, then, father?" asked Gudryn.
"Soon enough. The King gave me time to remain here yet a brief while." He turned to Saeryn. "So, pretty lass, what'll it be?"
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