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"Hey, guys," began Sturm in mollifying tones.
"Oh, shut up!" Both brothers turned to face him. "It was
YOU who took that stupid bet!"
The three brothers stood glaring at each other; the salt
breeze blowing the red curling hair of the two elder into
their eyes and whipping the white robes of the younger
about his thin legs.
A ringing shout, sounding over the dancing waters,
interrupted them.
"Farewell, lads! Farewell! It was a nice try. Perhaps we'll
do it again some day!"
"Over my dead body!" all three brothers muttered
fervently, raising their hands and waving halfheartedly,
sickly grins on their faces.
"That's ONE thing we can all agree on," said Sturm,
beginning to chuckle. "And I know another." The brothers
turned thankfully away from the sight of the sailing vessel
lumbering through the waters.
"And that is ... ?"
"That we never tell another living soul about this, as long
as we live!" Sturm's voice was low. The other two brothers
glanced about at the spectators standing on the docks. They
were looking at the ship, laughing. Several, glancing at the
brothers, pointed at them with stifled giggles.
Grinning ruefully, Tanin held his right hand out in front
of him. Sturm placed his right hand on his brother's, and
Palin put his right hand over the other two
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