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Harreld
"Aye, I have heard it in talk this noon at table."
Harreld watched Ginna's face, looking intently up at his own. She had come right to the point! She liked him enough to want him to go to Scarburg. Did this hint at more? Might she want to be his wife some day? What would Garreth say? Maybe it was unfair to leave his brother alone. Should he deny himself this hope for Garreth's sake? All these thoughts rushed through his mind in a moment.
"If Lord Eodwine would have me, I would be his smith at Scarburg."
Her face lit up with hope and she reached for his hand.
But I must speak with Garreth first, he said to himself. He knew he should say the words aloud, but he could not bring himself to say anything that would dim her happiness. He reached up and took her hand in his, and his face twitched into a smile. Maybe his hesitations were not noticed, maybe they were; either way, he did not think of how they looked to her.
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