General Rami found Rastaban awake and sitting beside the fire, roasting a very small fish on a spit.
“What are you doing, child?”
“Making breakfast,” Rastaban said. He smiled up at General Rami. “Would you like some, General?”
The general knelt. “Please, call me Rami. Now, that is a very small fish, and it would be cruel of me to take it for myself. Where did you find it?”
Rastaban pointed. “Down in the river, with the other boys. They were taking too long with the spear, so I caught this with my hands.”
Rami smiled. “Of course you did.”
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