Faramir breaks the bread, still warm. A bit of crust, a little butter: he savours the taste as he recalls the day’s reports. His gaze roves round the cave, singling out one man here, another there. So many have served well and deserve notice and honour. Yet he must choose.
He rises and crosses first to one man and then the next. With each, he trades loaf for bannock. The cold cake, heavy in mouth and stomach, tastes sweeter for the thanks given with it, and the devotion and promise of service to Gondor he sees in each man’s eyes.
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