Léof chuckled as he sat down across the table from Elfthain. “You seem to have figured Ruari out quickly,” he said. “No doubt she will also wish to ride, but I think she might be less keen for the extra chores that come with caring for a horse. She’s never shown as much interest as Eoghan has. We will see – but I would be happy to teach her as well, if she behaves.”
As he finished speaking, Saeryn came up to them with a basket of fresh bread. Léof thanked her and eagerly bit into a thick slice. It still seemed a novelty, fresh bread made with pure wheat, unmixed with sawdust. “Mmm, still warm,” he said approvingly.
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