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"What think you?"
"I think that I can't wait to go and see the ruins. Let's go and find my father now." Garmund started to the door, so excited that he forgot to mind his footing and nearly tripped over a low bench.
Falco's arm darted out to catch the boy by the arm. "Steady there, Garmund."
Garmund laughed and began to ask Falco question after question about the ruins. The change from sadness a few minutes before to eager good cheer was striking.
They soon found Garstan, already at work in the new kitchen. Garmund and Falco quickly outlined the plan to visit the ruins.
Garstan put down his tools. He noted his son's excited face with no small relief. Garmund's spirits had seemed low of late, though Garstan had been unable to find the cause of the trouble. Whatever the reason, this trip with Falco and Thornden looked to be a cure.
"Of course you may go," said Garstan. "I ask only one thing."
"What is that?"
"That you, Falco, and Thornden tell all of your tales from the day over supper tonight."
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