“You’re a blessed boy,” Ma said, pressing a kiss to Dael’s jaw as he staggered past with a bundle of sticks for the evening fire.
“Am I not blessed?” Cerdic asked. He grinned good-naturedly.
“You are,” Ma said. “I’m just grateful Dael’s been saving us from starvation.”
Dael blushed. “Not just me - Cerdic, too. I can help, but it takes a skilled farmer to make it really grow.”
“Well, I’m blessed to call both of you my sons,” Ma said.
Da flung the door open.
“Don’t be such a boor,” Ma said.
Da said, “They’re at the white cliffs.”
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