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“Bit of a shocker what Léof said about Athanar leaving, wasn't it?”
Hilderinc looked up from his work at Nydfara. He wasn't at the breakfast anymore when the incident happened, so he had no idea what the man was talking about.
"Athanar leaving? What about Athanar leaving?" he asked, puzzled. Did Eodwine's coming actually change something? Was Athanar supposed to leave?
"No, it was that stableboy, you know, Hilderinc," Áforglaed chimed in eagerly using a tone as if he was narrating a very funny story. "He made Scyrr lose his temper once again, and no surprise about that-"
"Not indeed," muttered Hilderinc quietly and stabbed his axe into the piece of wood he had been cutting.
"-I think he really should watch his mouth. I tell you, I'm just going to see Scyrr beating him up one day if he doesn't watch his mouth! Seriously, I don't know what he was thinking, assuming their lord will take his place again once he's back-"
"There is no their lord," Hilderinc interrupted him with a note of annoyance in his voice. Here we go again, he thought. Exactly as one might have expected. People always behave the same. "You should have acknowledged that a month ago, Áforglaed. There is no 'them' anymore, and there is only one lord here as far as I am aware, and that is Athanar. So as you see," he raised the axe again, "there is neither 'their', nor 'lord'. I think most of us already know that. Look, even-" he couldn't remember the man's name for a second, so he used the moment to swing the axe, "-even Nydfara here is working alongside us, even though he remembers Eodwine, right? So you should cut it off."
Áforglaed looked a bit offended, but only muttered something under his breath and turned towards Nydfara.
"Well, I wonder what is this Eodwine going to do here anyway, since he's no eorl anymore," he added.
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