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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Mordred's died twice now, and the second time was not a great deal of fun either.
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He pauses, considering, then looks up at Mordred, setting the bow aside. His face is open and honest, and he says seriously, "Can I turn your question around? You asked it unguardedly, and, I think, a little in fear. But can I ask what you want of me?"
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He shakes his head.
"I don't know Telemakos."
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A pause.
"He is from my own world. He must be. But he didn't know who I am. Save me, it was the first thing he asked, and neither of us told him."
And another pause...
"... I need to think. How old is he? If he was born the first time Medraut was in Aksum, he is more likely to know me--I am supposed to go there as ambassador next year--"
He looks up, apologetic. "I'm sorry. I am just going on about me. But it could make a difference."
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Now he gets up and crosses the terrace to stand before Mordred, hands resting lightly on his hips, his gaze direct and intense. He says softly, "Why do you care?"
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verbal fencing must be in the genes.
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"Why in blazes do you care what that boy thinks of you? Or not?"
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