There was a breath of fear amidst the four Eorlings. Two women, and two men; both men stood with their swords unsheathed, along with one of the women. The fourth was not one for fighting, but rather she was a gentle soul, a healer named Elfwyn; why she had come along with them was a queer mystery that was wrought in Ceorlgar's mind. He was one of the warriors, and there was sweat on his brow - he had never experienced such fear before, but beside him stood one who kept him hopeful in dark hours; she was Melowen, a shieldmaiden with a long sword and a fury unmatched by most.
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