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”Aren’t you afraid that he won’t come back?” I turned my head slowly towards the boy as I put the piece on the board between us. ”I know that it will happen some day,” I answered, ”but mostly I’m surprised that it hasn’t already. He is a reckless man, a boy really, in a man’s body.” I felt my lips curve into a smile as I met his gaze. ”Quite the opposite of you Brynach.” The pride he felt when I said this shone through that serious face of his. Being the only boy, the only heir, for such a long time in a household of women had made him dependable. He knew responsibility. Someone had taught that to him early. “Sir Ennis would not be glad to hear that you think him a grown ''boy''.” “He doesn’t,” I mused remembering Ennis’ knitted eyebrows the last time. “But then again, I can quote philosophers too.” Brynach eyed me. “What do you tell him?” he asked. ”I give him a second to look at me in his fury,” I said and reached out towards Brynach. “Then, I take his hand in mine and I say: Husband, ‘do not be angry with me if I tell you the truth’.” ”Cicero?” ”Socrates.” He was silent for a while as the pieces moved around on the table. I enjoyed our game in ''tranquillum''. I had no doubt that lady Nest would scold me later for our idleness, but these moments of ''pace'' wasn’t anything I would ever wish away. Anyway, she seemed unable to be angry with me for long. No one ever really was. “They won’t be back,” said Brynach suddenly and looked up. “You sound sure of this,” I answered calmly. “I’m sorry,” he said then as he surrounded my king on the board. I gazed at the board for a moment. He was indeed better at [[Hnefatafl]] than I was. “Don’t be, it was a good game.” For the first time since we started the game he looked a bit frazzled: “Lady Supera, I mean that I’m sorry for the death of your husband.” “Ah, is that why you have gone through the trouble to ask eques Deian to let you squire for him? Taking the responsibility of the lord of [[Hindon]] into your own hands?” “It’s months since they should have returned,” he answered, “and I won’t wait for the dead to return. They don’t,” he added flatly, “at least not alive.” “Wise words,” I complimented him, “but your aunt, domina Brangwen, claims that dominus Cadry and the others are alive, and doesn’t she know these things?” “She does,” he admitted, “but I won’t take the chance that she’s wrong. The Saxons are still a threat to us all whether uncle Cadry and sir Ennis return this year, the next or never. I ''shall'' become I knight like [[my father]].” “Of course you will”, I nodded as he stood, “just use that excellent head of yours and you will be fine.” Good counsel to any Marwth man, I thought as he left the building. <comments />
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