It could not be said he had “impressed” the Second Marshal, but it seemed he would be permitted to join an
. Now, cleaning tack, he was aware of more scrutiny.
“See: dark hair, like Mother’s.” The tow-haired boy tried to speak low, but his treble whisper carried down the barn.
“Maybe he’s from Mundburg?” His sister peered round the door now.
“We serve there. They don’t come here.” The boy’s voice was scornful. “Besides, he’s got a funny accent.” His voice rose, excited. “Maybe he’s a spy from Dunland!”
Thorongil resigned himself to being tailed until he proved otherwise.
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