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Harreld sighed. "Say away."
"She and I have spoken," Eodwine said. "She tells me that a letter from her father has made you change your mind, that you cannot wed."
"That is the way of it."
"How is it that Ginna sees it differently than you?"
"She seeks her will around Eorling ways. I cannot do that. Her father has spoken his will. He is her lord. I cannot gainsay him, and he refuses me her hand." As if that were the end of it, Harreld turned away and picked up a pair of tongs.
"What if her father is wrong?"
Harreld looked at him. "What matter that? It is still his word, and he is her lord. There is no more to be said and you know it."
"Any woman who refuses her father's will is not be trusted," Garreth threw in.
"Garreth," said Eodwine firmly, "you do not know Ginna."
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