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[sirbeaumains]

Gareth is sitting just outside the Orkneys' cottage, trying to get the most out of the last of the day's-- and likely season's-- sunlight. He can speak English again, fortunately. Not being able to speak to anyone but his brothers was getting tiresome.

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[le_desirous]

Can have a frustrated Sagramore? Who is totally not coming by to not-see Mordred, totally. He nods to Gareth and smiles a little for him. "Hello."

[le_desirous]

"Has your wife forgiven you?"

[sirbeaumains]

"Forgiven me?"

[le_desirous]

"For losing her."

[sirbeaumains]

"Oh! I don't think she was ever angry about it."

[le_desirous]

"Ah, lucky."

[sirbeaumains]

"Lyonors doesn't get angry often."

[le_desirous]

"I've heard."

[sirbeaumains]

He nods. "You aren't married, are you?"

[le_desirous]

A choke of laughter. "No. No."

[sirbeaumains]

"Right. Of course not."

[le_desirous]

"I'm holding out."

[sirbeaumains]

"For what?"

[le_desirous]

"Your brother."

[sirbeaumains]

He laughs. "No, really, though."

[le_desirous]

"I'm very serious. Ragnelle must die some day."