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Faramund
He had changed his mind. He was not going to wait for Athanar to take action. He would do it himself. He had left his private quarters through another door and made for the mess hall.
As he expected, many of his men were there refreshing themselves after having finished his drill.
"Up, men! The Eorl threatens to take unlawful action against us! Arm yourselves! The Eorl think he can order things as he pleases on land not his own! Speed to the stables and mount! Place yourselves in tight ranks! Show this overweening lordling he cannot take your holdings from you!"
Only I can do that, he said to himself.
His men hurried dutifully toward the stables. He followed them at a more leisurely pace. He stopped the slowest of his retainers.
"Where is Stedford? I have need of him!"
"I saw him on an errand, lord."
"What errand? I gave him no errand!"
"I know not, lord."
Faramund shook his head, irritated. He continued on toward the stables. Meanwhile, Stedford passed by him just beyond an inner wall, ledger in hand, aimed toward Lord Athanar.
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