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"Garmund. Wake up." Garstan rocked his son's shoulder, trying to stir him out of sleep. Garmund rolled in his blanket and rubbed his eyes. He opened them and seeing his father, quickly closed them again.
Garstan laughed and pulled the blanket away. "Out of bed! You wouldn't want to be late for work, would you?"
Garmund slowly sat up, swinging his legs around to the side. "Do I have to do this? I'd really rather stay and work with you." His voice was hopeful for a moment. If he could win his father's good graces again, maybe he could avoid going to shear sheep with Cnebba.
"I'm sure you would, but it's still time to be off to the sheep."
There was no way out. "What about breakfast? We have to have breakfast first."
Garstan had thought of that. "So you must. Here." He handed Garmund sweet rolls and milk. "You can eat that while you dress for the day. No time to lose! Hurry!"
Garstan left the room grinning, and as he closed the door, gave way to laughter. The boys would learn a lesson today.
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