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Show Page 149 "They are tiny, but hale. And very comely too. They have named the boy Francis and the girl Sarah." It was as though a wind had breathed into Twig. He drew breath and straightened, then began to grin. "When can I see them then?" he asked. "I will be going back after lessons to take the fur rug I got from Rawhunt," I told him. "You may come with me if Walter does not say you nay. "Oh dear, there are two babes, but only one rug. Oh well, I suppose they will have to share it for I did not dream they might come in pairs." "Are they, in truth, lusty babes?" Twig asked again as I began to spoon up the suppawn I had made. "Aye. And methinks they will have hair like their parents, for both have a reddish fuzz upon their pates. In truth, they are lovely." "Be you jealous?" he asked, drawing his lips back in a teasing smirk. I aimed a cuff at his head, but he was too quick for me, and ducked. "Go call your master from the field for breakfast," I ordered, "before I rattle your teeth loose in your noggin." He giggled all the way out the door. ******************** |