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"Father and Uncle Gordon were very close." Woodrow added another
log to the fire. "I've thought about it a lot, and I believe he hoped
to bring my father back through me. He was always saying how much I
looked like Father. Anyway, he wanted me to be his squire, and day
after day we trained." Woodrow shook his head sadly. "But I knew how
-- and why -- my father had died. I wanted no part of the knighthood,
and I told Uncle Gordon so as nicely as I could. But it was as though
he hadn't heard me. He just kept reciting the Oath and the Measure. So
I had to run away."
"Yes, I suppose you did," Tas agreed awkwardly.
The story seemed to have drained Woodrow. He ' sighed heavily.
"To answer your original question, I met Miss Hornslager at a fair in
Sanction. I needed a job, and she needed an assistant. So here I am."
They were quiet for some time. Tas's thoughts traveled back to
his own family. "I have an uncle. He's my mother's brother, and his
name is Trapspringer. You know the one -- the Kendermore Council
locked him up and took away his lucky finger bone because of me." Tas
looked up from the chicken at Woodrow earnestly, white and black
feathers clinging to his fingers. "Would you say that's a bad omen --
having his lucky bone taken away?"
Woodrow srhiled for the first time since the conversation began.
"I wouldn't say it was a good one."
"Poor Uncle Trapspringer," Tas said sadly, shaking his head as
he pulled the last of the feathers from the bird
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