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Javan’s tidings caused a glad feeling to warm Saeryn’s heart. She turned and picked up her shawl which she had taken off after coming in from the outdoors. Thoughts of Falco preoocupied her while Javan told lady Wynflaed who Falco was.
“One of the holbytlan?” Wynflaed said thoughtfully. Then turning to Saeryn as though for confirmation, she asked, “How did one of that worthy people come to know this Hall?”
“He came long ago, as a guest, and became such close friends with Eodwine that he stayed here for months on end. He left some months ago to go back home. The day I came back here, actually…” she thought for a minute of how that had turned out. The day Falco left was the day she had returned, wounded, after her brother’s death. “Come, let us go and meet him.”
Javan stepped out of the way and the two ladies went out. “If Falco is as I remembered him,” Saeryn said making a straight path towards the kitchen, “he will be in search of food after a morning’s ride. No one ever knew how to beg food out of Frodides better than Falco Boffin.”
She opened the door as she said these words and Frodides and Falco turned towards them at the same moment. Saeryn grinned, more happy at seeing him than the fact that she had been right.
"Welcome back, Falco! What brings you here at this time of year? The ride must have been simply terrible! Have you arranged for some breakfast?"
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