Scyld's breath caught in his throat; was she truly so willing to forgive his duplicity? Beside him, Leof nearly choked on his soup.
"I'm fine, don't mind me," Leof gasped, when the coughing subsided.
Scyld nodded and turned back to the plate of food between him and Rowenna. He hesitated for the briefest moment, but after this impossibly long day he was too tired to analyze the implications. "Very well," he said, also taking a slice of bread and dipping it in the stew. "Equally deserved, equally shared."
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