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Having received Marenil's answer, Eodwine thanked him and left the Mead Hall with Randvér, who wanted to see his friend and Eorl's new estate, such as it was. Eodwine was somewhat embarrassed to show his friend the parts of the Mead Hall holding that still strongly resembled an Inn rather than an Eorl's keep. However, Randvér had made Eodwine's acquaintance during the War, when he had just come from the Gap of Rohan as a mere farmer and freeholder. So Randvér was quick with praise at Eodwine's good fortune in having risen so high.
"You have served your King well, and he has rewarded you."
"More than I deserve," Eodwine replied.
"Question not the wisdom of the king when his gifts come into your hands. He knows what he does and why."
"I give in!" Eodwine laughed.
"But now, friend Eorl, you have a new problem. 'Tis the same as mine. You need another wife."
Eodwine's shoulders slumped. Not this again. "Rand, I have been through two attempts, as it were, to find a marriageable woman, and both times came to nothing."
"So you will try no more?"
"I did not say that!" Eodwine looked about him for some excuse to change the subject. "There! You see the new paddock. Do you think it large enough?"
They leaned on the rails, taking in the late spring sun, talking of many other things as well as the day drew toward noon.
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