“I heard Osmund talking about flooding,” Javan was saying as Cerwyn approached with their supper. “He said if the Entwash overflows and fills up the marshland, we could be forced to leave the hall.”
“The scar will protect us,” Cnebba said, watching the plate of food as Cerwyn placed it before him. Javan glanced up at Cerwyn, momentarily distracted.
“I’m Javan,” he said. “We haven’t properly met. You’re Léof’s sister, aren’t you?”
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