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"Please don't go!" Garmund cried out. "I'd not like to say farewell so soon after first meeting." His face shone with earnestness. Besides his curiosity, Garmund's pity had been stirred for the twins. By the looks of them, the twins had known hard times. Folk were mean, they said. Unfairly so, it seemed to Garmund. Strange though they were, there was no harm in them that Garmund could see. When not frightened, they were even friendly. It didn't seem right that they should be left alone in the wild, friendless, and in fear of strangers.
"Please come to the Mead Hall with us. At least for a little while. For supper. And if folk aren't mean, will you stay a little longer?"
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