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"What did you see – or what did you think you saw – that made you fight for it?" pried Hilderinc.
Crabannan sighed. He didn't not want to discuss this and he should not have mentioned it. He shrugged.
"What makes any man fight? I was young. I was far from home. I was looking for somewhere to belong, a people to call my own."
"And did you find it?" shot in Nydfara.
No! he wanted to snap. It ended badly, like everything else these past fifteen years! He took a deep breath and kept his hands busy with work.
"If you had asked me then...no."
"And now?"
"Some things can't be changed, no matter the passage of years. What's done is done. Like this new eorl. I'm no fool. I owe it to no man to like it, but I know full well that Athanar is here to stay. Eodwine is back, but he'll never be eorl again...barring disaster."
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