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Even if her ears had not been trained to pick out such things, Wynflaed would not have been able to help overhearing the boys' rushed report. She tutted to herself--dashing in the hall like that, making report to someone who had not the authority to deal with such a situation anymore...
Ah, well. It had, after all, only been a day.
But the words "two men" and "bullying" pricked at her ears, and out of habit more than anything else her eyes scanned the hall for her two sons. Her heart sank as she realized that they were nowhere within sight. It would not do to assume things of them, but she knew Wulfric and Wilheard and how slowly they took to the lessons of diplomacy. Her eyes sought her husband. He was finally beginning to enjoy himself, and somehow she had the feeling that his presence would exacerbate whatever problem was currently unfolding.
Standing up in a single fluid motion, she turned to the boys. "Thank you for your intelligence," she told them, in a voice much louder than the one they had used to speak to Thornden. "I should like to examine this matter further. If you would accompany me, sir?" With no further word she turned and swept out of the hall.
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