Lleu is making bows. Collecting firewood with Florence gave him the idea. This is work his marksman brother taught him, so these are reasonably strong and balanced; maybe not for anything as big as deer, or wolf, but certainly well-made enough to kill rabbit or fowl. He is minded of several reasons it might be a good idea to arm himself: Kay's
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Here's somebody he's met, at least -- though Mordred in his current mood is nearly as different from the snappish little man on the porch as he is from Lleu's brother. He stands a little way off, hands in his pockets, expression mild.
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"What did she say to you?" His tone is suddenly sharp: worried, protective, and also perhaps a little jealous.
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He gives a wordless snort of self-deprecation, then glances up at Mordred, his hands quiet on the unstrung bow.
"She said that Artos has no other child but you. That, too, she meant cruelly."
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"Do you know who I am?"
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T: so, how long will the hedging match go on, do you think? MDR
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He holds out a hand, square and small and whole, palm up.
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"My brother's body is covered with scars," he says, "that were put there by his mother."
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"I cannot see your scars."
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