Your Father's Son
1. Your Father's Son
His father, he knew, sat still at the throne, surely with that worm bent over him. Elfhelm he could see to the right of where he was, his face stern as a widower’s. Offa and Burgred appeared to be on the verge of a seizure; Théodred could see a vein on Burgred’s forehead pulsing, while Offa’s face was plain red. The other advisors, guards and servants were accounted for, but, where was Éomer? Blast it, that boy! He better not do something rash now; it’s not the moment. And still, why was he so certain that Éomer, if he were to do something, would choose one such moment to do it?
He flattened his palms on the table and pushed himself forward, searching for his cousin’s tall head among the men. He needed not look too long: a rough, loud thud, like the sudden pushing of a chair, rose from the corner behind him. This time, Théodred turned abruptly toward the sound and glared. He was not the only one.
To be continued...
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