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Javan’s pride smarted painfully under Lčof’s words. The fact that Javan knew that Lčof was entirely right made it worse. The tumble had not hurt very badly. He thought he might be slightly bruised where the horse’s hoof hit him, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it - it would only give Lčof more reason to scold. The accident embarrassed Javan to no end and he thought he’d never be able to lift his head again before Lčof and Lys.
He obeyed Lčof’s instructions mutely while the ostler told him step by step about how to lift a horse’s hoof. His face was bright red as he bent over his work. The other two said nothing and the silence among them was unnatural.
“Sorry, Lys. I hope I didn’t interrupt you,” Lčof said finally.
Javan dropped the hind foot and looked towards Lys. He hadn’t really been listening to what Lys had been saying. His mind had been stuck on his embarrassed pride. He remembered vaguely the flow of his words, and then his curiosity was peaked at once.
“Say, you and Thornden seem to mention each other a lot. I heard that he found you and brought you in, but what else ‘ave you done to get to know each other?”
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