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It was after sundown when Eodwine finally returned to the Mead Hall. His intereviews with the King and the Queen were only the first of a series. There was talk to be done with the king's steward, with Haleth's replacement, one Brenwald.
At long last he walked Flíthaf into his stall and took care of his harness and brushing down; it seemed Léofric was at supper. Well and good enough; the boy had a right to eat.
Eodwine mulled over what he had been told: move the mead hall to Sorn's old lands; give Saeryn to be one of the queen's ladies; start searching for likely warriors amongst the young lads of the Middle Emnet; and all that beside his original purpose of having gone to clear up the matter of the flow of coin.
Eodwine left the stables and entered the main hall. There were many milling about. To Eodwine's great pleasure Garreth and Harreld were there. Their presence always seemed to make the place seem more bright and cheery. Well of course, Garreth had enough cheer to lighten any dark hole. Falco was nowhere to be seen, but that was not so unusual. There was a seat at the table of the blacksmith twins. Eodwine took it.
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