“Cerdic,” Ma began, but Dael moved to stand beside her as well.
“He’s strong - he and Da will be fine, show those upstarts what for.” Dael smiled gently.
Cerdic suppressed a grin. His eyes shone with gratitude when he nodded at Dael. “We’ll come back victorious, Ma,” he said.
Ma reached for the sack she used to pack provisions whenever Da went on a journey to another village. “You’ll need food and blankets to keep up your strength. All we’ve got is my father’s axe to fight with.”
Dael saw Da and Cerdic relax. Ma fussing meant she’d given in.
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