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“Well if it isn’t squire pimple face.” “That’s sir pimple face to you.” Yraine and [[Brynach]] both smiled as they embraced. “What madmen went and made you a knight?” [[Yraen]] exclaimed as he held his friend at arm length's distance and laughed from sheer joy. “Are you calling lord [[Elad]] a madman? You really ought to choose your words more carefully, sir [[Yraen]].” “Well, certainly not to his face.” [[Yraen]] scratched his nose mischievously. “So, is everyone alright? I saw father ride in a while back but he went straight up to the countess with hardly a ‘hallo’ to spare”. “Sir [[Ennis]] is still missing, sir [[Cynyr]] is injured but will survive… you should have seen him [[Yraen]], he rode out barely holding onto his saddle.” [[Brynach]] shook his head smiling. “Anyway, your father and uncle [[Maelgwyn]] won the battle for us, and were completely unscathed, as usual so to say.” Some hidden anxiety that had been twisting up Yraen’s back seemed to unwind itself and he straightened out his back. He was still a bit shorter than his friend but not as short as during his youth when he had earned the nickname “The Acorn”. “Somehow I am not surprised to hear that. It seems to me that father is returning to his younger self when he and his friends threw themselves into insane situations. It went away for awhile after [[St Albans]] and after mother died...” [[Brynach]] looked at his friend placing an arm around his neck. “You needn’t worry, [[Yraen]],” he said and started walking towards the stables. “When it happens it happens. Just remember you got to have him at least ten years longer than I had [[Melkin]].” Looking slightly guilty [[Yraen]] let himself be led on. “Well, I guess that’s true. Goes with the life. I wonder if we will have sons that get to know us as they grow up…?” “Oh!” [[Brynach]] exclaimed and stop mid step. “About that, guess what?” Suspicion crept into Yraen’s gaze when he glanced at his friend “You managed to get one of the campfollowers to finally bed you?” [[Brynach]] blinked. Frowned and looked at [[Yraen]]. “No pretty boy, I’m not like you. I am getting married.” Giving off a chuckle, [[Yraen]] smiled: “Really? That was quick? To whom?” “I don’t know, but I’m sure king [[Nanteleod]] will make me a good match,” the grin on Brynach’s face was unmistakably smug. “The king is going to set you up? What did you do to earn that?” Some notes of admiration could certainly be heard in Yraen’s voice and seen in his eyes. “To be true, I got lucky,” admitted [[Brynach]]. “I fought alongside uncle [[Maelgwyn]] and uncle [[Cadry]] when they defeated [[Aethelswith]].” Going quiet, [[Yraen]] stopped and just stared at his friend. “I am glad you made it out alive” he said and embraced [[Brynach]] with some genuine affection. Then remembering that he was supposed to be a manly knight he took a step back and punched [[Brynach]] lightly on the arm. “ You should have invited me along”. “Wasn’t up to me was it?” he said and turned towards the stables. “But I got lucky,” he continued and pointed to a fierce looking [[charger]] in the stables. “Say hi to [[Torrent]].” “Yours?” [[Yraen]] asked rhetorically. “That is a magnificent animal. Did the King give you that too?” “No, spoils of war.” “Alright, lucky spoils indeed. You squire must know his [[horses]] then. What will you do now? Uncle [[Amig]] has offered me a position as [[Household Knight|household knight]] at [[castle Borders]]. He is heavily overworked so I’m going to do my best to unload him.” “That’s good news,” nodded [[Brynach]]. “I’m going to go to king Nanteleod’s court to serve as a [[Household Knight|household knight]] for a while. I’m not sure for how long.” “Will probably do you good getting out of Hindon for a few years, what with your uncle taking it from you and everything.” “Yes, I can’t wait to get away from [[Salisbury]],” Brynach’s voice was toneless. “Do me a favour though. Don’t die up there.” [[Yraen]] emphasized the last sentence. “’I’m not that reckless, I hope. Make sure to stay alive yourself. It’ll be good to come back to this county eventually. It’s still home isn’t it?”
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