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Garstan walked into his room. Garmund and Lčođern were already there, staring at each other in stony silence, waiting to see who would look away first.
"Lčođern. Garmund. Come. We're going to see Cnebba and his parents."
Lčođern scrambled over to the door but Garmund hung back. "Do we have to?" he asked.
"Yes. I will not have the two of you fighting. You and he will settle this tonight. Come. Now."
Lčođern skipped down the hall, holding Garstan's hand. Garmund loped behind them on unwilling feet.
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