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‘You have just thought of something,’ Faramir observed.
‘How do you know?’
‘You always think of something new when you eat and make this “aaahh”
sound and choke when you do,’ came the answer.
Boromir waved his hands impatiently.
‘Listen, but…aren’t they all going to be out there? Grandfather, Uncle, and
their men, and even the servants?’ he whispered, eyes wide with excitement.
‘I suppose so,’ Faramir said. ‘Are you thinking of…of sneaking out?’
‘Certainly!’ Boromir exclaimed. ‘And then Uncle will see that I am not a
little child anymore!!’
Something in Faramir’s expression made him lose a little share of his
enthusiasm.
‘What?’
Faramir sighed and said, ‘I don’t think you should do that.’
Boromir’s eyes flashed angrily.
‘Well, if you think this is not right, you can stay here like a little girl,’ he
said. ‘I can go without you, if you are afraid!’
A minute of silence followed, and Boromir had not the slightest idea of the
struggle going on in his brother’s mind. Faramir’s natural reluctance to do a thing
which was needlessly dangerous and clearly wrong conflicted with his
unfaltering devotion to Boromir, the person whose authority could be only
contested by that of their father. He had a strong suspicion Father would
disapprove of Boromir’s enterprise. However…someone had to keep an eye on
Boromir. Faramir was certain that his big brother would land in something bad if
he himself were not around…Boromir was so easily distracted, and he still could
not keep his balance in the boat very well, despite all his bragging.
Faramir sighed and shook his head slowly.
‘No, I am going with you,’ he said, pointedly ignoring the “little girl”
comment.
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‘…I wonder why they didn’t take your boat, Boromir.’
‘It’s probably too small…here, hold the oars. Oooh...!’
The wide lowland that had been a little farming village just days before
appeared a sea before the eyes of two scrawny boys dressed in plain and rather
shabby clothes, their faces so grimy no one would recognise the Steward’s sons.