Gytha and me saw Bearn again. He's thrown off them cooks clothes and looks like a proper man. His woman should be pleased.
He put aside all the 'yes musses, no musses' and told us a proper tale that befits a man, about fighting the great wolves that terrorise the edges of the Mearc. How he got them scars... showed us a tooth that he cut out of the jaws of one of 'em... full as long as my hand it was.
Made me miss home even more. I gave him the chair by the fire, the honour-seat, closest to the hearth. Felt better than i have since getting to this place, with a warrior in the proper seat.
It ain't that Bawde is no warrior, he is, an' he knows how things should be. But, he never laughs, that one. An'... well... he is all for Gyth, like a shadow. They sent me off to look for Wulfie two nights back ... as if I dursn't know what they was really doin'. When we find Gyth's Da there will be trouble... though Bawde watches out well for her an' all.
I wish i had golden hair like Gyth.
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