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Faramund peered at Athanar from between furrowed brows. The man's questions were purposely offensive. He stood abruptly.

"You are trying to rile me. You have succeeded. Eorl or no eorl, no one talks to me so mockingly! Go find some other landholder and get him to cower beneath your vaunted eorlship! You have worn out your welcome and I'll not help you toward your purpose any longer. Finish your drink and food if you like. Good day!"

Faramund turned his back on Athanar, walked into his own rooms, and slammed the door behind him.

If this new eorl barged into his own quarters or tried to take charge of any thing at all that was his, Faramund would have Athanar's back to the wall, by law. He hoped the eorl would do something rash.