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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He is looking down at Mordred as though he's judging him himself, and maybe he is.
"I still don't see why the boy matters to you one way or another. People that age always think they know everything."
(oh puhleeze mr. maturity.)
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"Oh. Yes, he said, didn't he." And then, admiring: "My God, he must be fearless."
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"What can I do?"
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"Why do you get all the best icons?"
"Sir, I am baffled by your confidence in me. And flattered by your trust."
A pause.
"He would call her grandmother. He thinks she is the same woman; he said. I swear she is not, no more than you and--you and my brother; though you are both Medraut."
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"Should I have none?" dryly. Then, "No, of course not. How could she be? But, God, she's still dangerous."
We note that a reality in which Morgause is not a scary freak does not even occur to him.
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Something else, does, though.
"Does she know? Does she understand, and lead him false?"
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(His straightforwardness is one of the things his aunt really enjoys picking on, and he still doesn't know it.)
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At last he says slowly, "She lies. And she never lets go."
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