[littlemanpoet]

Harreld grated his teeth. Now Thornden was prying.

"Thornden," he said curtly, "what I have talked to Ginna about is my affair. As to what the letter said, you had best ask her. It was sent to her, not me."

Finally he turned to face Thornden, a scowl on his face so as to hide any other feeling that might threaten to show itself.

"On your way back to the hall, please send Javan with food and drink. I will have my supper here. Tell him he will be rewarded. He will know what I mean."

He turned back to his work and wished mightily that the man would take the hint and leave him alone.