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"Oh no," mumbled Garreth into his ale cup. "Look who's coming."
Harreld and Eodwine craned their necks as circumspectly as the occasion allowed, except that it was Falco with Ritun and Lefun stumping behind, coming from the back door that led to the Alder Court.
"Time for first supper!" cried Falco as he took the chair right next to Eodwine. "Here you go, Rilef!" he said slapping the seat beside him while the blacksmith twins shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.
"Falco," said Eodwine, "call them by their right names out of courtesy!"
"Nay but they don't mind it a wit!" Falco rejoined. "It's easier!"
"I'm sure it is, but I'm not so sure they don't mind." Eodwine turned to the conjoined twins. "Would you not rather be called by your own names?"
"Rilef calls us both," Ritun said, shrugging his shoulders, while Lefun nodded.
Eodwine sighed. "Very well."
Modtryth came by, and Eodwine asked her for food for the three newly at the board.
"Where is Ginna?" Garreth asked Modtryth.
"In the kitchen," Modtryth replied evenly.
Harreld cuffed Garreth on the shoulder. "You leave the new wench be, brother. She's work to do. This here good wife can serve us well enough."
"And since when are you all of a care about who serves us?" Garreth asked pointedly.
Harreld's head sunk and he stared into his ale cup, muttering something unintelligible.
"You're all moony," Garreth declared.
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