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littlemanpoet · 07-26-2007, 05:38 PM

Eodwine

Eodwine came to a full stop and closed his eyes tight, wincing.

"Nay," he said heavily, his eyes still closed, "you have not done wrongly." He opened his eyes and heaved a deep and unrefreshing sigh. "I am overwrought with too many things at once and forgot my order to Falco. Where is the misfit, anyway?" Eodwine looked from side to side as if expecting Falco to emerge from underneath one of the stones loose in the courtyard.

"Misfit!" cried a shrill voice from the stables. "I'll fit you with a miss!" Falco emerged, walking swiftly and full of vim toward Eodwine and Léof. "I carried out your order, and thought I'd keep a lookout in the stables while the boy was away."

"Very well, leave off," said Eodwine peevishly, "I've somewhat more for Léof to say to the King or his man." He turned to Léof. "Tell Meduseld of our adventure with the outlaws. Tell the tale as best you can, if you choose. But tell them that the scrawny one of the three, one Ghem by name, is escaped and at large. And put word out that the Eorl of the Middle Emnet seeks men at arms who will be well rewarded. Have you any questions, Léofric?"

Rowenna

Rowenna did not really want to go back into the kitchen, not with Ginna there. She did not dislike the girl, but she felt unready. She had survived two years of captivity by being ready for anything, and here she was, unready to share space with a girl because of mere spite.

What is wrong with you, 'Wenna? she asked herself, using her late father's endearment for her.

The Eorl's questioning had unnerved her. Worse, she was rattled by being so unnerved! Not that she had answered poorly. She thought that she had answered well, using the truth, for it would best serve. What nagged her was that she had felt so strongly the need to be believed by this man.

For two years she had not cared whether she was believed or not. Sometimes an outlaw's trust was more danger to her than his distrust, depending upon the situation. But never had she wanted so badly to be believed. Why was that, she wondered? But she could not think of an answer.

07-26-2007, 05:38 PM	#847
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Eodwine Eodwine came to a full stop and closed his eyes tight, wincing. "Nay," he said heavily, his eyes still closed, "you have not done wrongly." He opened his eyes and heaved a deep and unrefreshing sigh. "I am overwrought with too many things at once and forgot my order to Falco. Where is the misfit, anyway?" Eodwine looked from side to side as if expecting Falco to emerge from underneath one of the stones loose in the courtyard. "Misfit!" cried a shrill voice from the stables. "I'll fit you with a miss!" Falco emerged, walking swiftly and full of vim toward Eodwine and Léof. "I carried out your order, and thought I'd keep a lookout in the stables while the boy was away." "Very well, leave off," said Eodwine peevishly, "I've somewhat more for Léof to say to the King or his man." He turned to Léof. "Tell Meduseld of our adventure with the outlaws. Tell the tale as best you can, if you choose. But tell them that the scrawny one of the three, one Ghem by name, is escaped and at large. And put word out that the Eorl of the Middle Emnet seeks men at arms who will be well rewarded. Have you any questions, Léofric?" Rowenna Rowenna did not really want to go back into the kitchen, not with Ginna there. She did not dislike the girl, but she felt unready. She had survived two years of captivity by being ready for anything, and here she was, unready to share space with a girl because of mere spite. What is wrong with you, 'Wenna? she asked herself, using her late father's endearment for her. The Eorl's questioning had unnerved her. Worse, she was rattled by being so unnerved! Not that she had answered poorly. She thought that she had answered well, using the truth, for it would best serve. What nagged her was that she had felt so strongly the need to be believed by this man. For two years she had not cared whether she was believed or not. Sometimes an outlaw's trust was more danger to her than his distrust, depending upon the situation. But never had she wanted so badly to be believed. Why was that, she wondered? But she could not think of an answer.