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Scyld was instantly intrigued. Here it was: the very story that had proved most elusive to him since his coming, and it was being freely offered to him. Forgotten for now was trust; the quest for information and knowledge was an instinct far more deeply instilled in his mind.
“As you say,” said Scyld. “But the little I know can hardly be anywhere near the full story. I had heard you were rescued from bandits after living among them for some time. But of how you came to live there, and of any details, I have heard naught.”
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