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Denethor nodded, and his eyes softened. "And if you do exceptionally well<br />
in minding your behavior," he added, "you shall hear the tale of the day your<br />
aunts, my sisters, performed a similar experiment upon my own willing head."<br />
Green and blue eyes both widened in surprise, but before either of the<br />
children could ask, Denethor held up a quieting finger, his face set in lines just as<br />
stern as before.<br />
"But only if you are both obedient, and properly mind both your governess<br />
and I in all things," he said firmly. The softness still gleamed in his dark eyes,<br />
however. "Now you may go, and I will see you both later on this evening."<br />
Boromir and Faramir then smiled for the first time since entering their<br />
father's chamber, and executed a pair of perfect, formal bows.<br />
"Yes, Father," they said in unison, and still hand in hand walked quickly<br />
from the room, their steps considerably lighter than when they entered.<br />
Denethor watched them leave, then returned to his mountain of<br />
paperwork, now with a small smile gracing his countenance.<br />
The next day found the Steward consistently busy with the typical council<br />
meetings and duty-tending that always accompanied the return from a lengthy<br />
journey. Denethor, however, did find time to seek his sons out, just to see if his<br />
suspicions to their activities proved true.<br />
He found Boromir fully engaged in sword practice with the arms master,<br />
plying his magnificent new weapon with great zeal. Denethor observed<br />
unnoticed from a distance, but even from there he could see the broad smile of<br />
joy on his eldest son's sweat-streaked face as he skillfully swung the blade.<br />
Denethor nodded, and set off to find Faramir.<br />
The youngest boy was discovered in his chamber, curled up on the<br />
comfortably cushioned window-seat. Faramir sat bathed in sunlight as he<br />
finished his book, the atrocious haircut upon his head forgotten for the moment.<br />
So thoroughly absorbed was he in the tale that he failed to notice his father<br />
peeping discreetly through the half-open door, just long enough to answer his<br />
curiosity. Once Denethor saw Faramir reading his book, a familiar expression of<br />
quiet enjoyment on his young face, the Steward silently slipped away and left the<br />
child undisturbed.<br />
Just as quietly, Denethor began the long journey back to his study, to the<br />
papers and problems that seemed now to be never-ending. But for now the<br />
Steward's mind was on lighter things, on his sons and their promising fidelity to<br />
the ideals of courage and honor, and on far older memories created long before<br />
he had shouldered his current heavy burdens.<br />
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