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Elchim chuckled. “The river is too far, but there is a stream just a bit further<br />
up that would serve the purpose. Do you know how to swim?”<br />
“Oh, yes,” Boromir said proudly. “Uncle taught us to swim! Is a stream like<br />
the ocean?”<br />
“No, indeed,” Halhigil shook his head. “Come, we will show you what a<br />
stream is.” He could not imagine a child of Boromir’s age having never seen<br />
something as simple as a woodland stream, but, he admitted, he could also not<br />
imagine what the sea must look like.<br />
Both boys were astounded at how small the brook was. “I could walk to<br />
the other side,” Boromir said, sounding a bit disappointed, then he brightened.<br />
“Can I walk to the other side?”<br />
“Take off your boots and socks first,” Elchim bade. “Never let your boots<br />
get wet if you can help it – wet boots will give you blisters and can cause a<br />
terrible rot of your feet as well.”<br />
Faramir sat down next to his brother to pull off his boots. “I don’t want a<br />
rot in my feet,” he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste.<br />
“Then keep your feet dry,” Halhigil said with a half-smile, removing his<br />
own battered boots. He had known more than one man who had not been able to<br />
do that very thing, and the results had been most unpleasant.<br />
The boys were tentative at first, but the sun had warmed the water, and<br />
soon they were shouting with laughter and splashing each other wildly. Boromir<br />
spotted a frog, and they ran clumsily through the water trying to catch it –“No,<br />
Faramir, he went that way! That way!” – and after Boromir slipped and fell for<br />
the third time, Halhigil wished he’d had them remove their clothes entirely. He<br />
had forgotten that little boys were incapable of simply wading.<br />
Finally Halhigil called them out of the water, and they came readily<br />
enough, eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed, and mud up to their knees. “I’m<br />
hungry,” Boromir announced. “Can we eat now?”<br />
“We shall to go back to your campsite,” Halhigil said. “There is food<br />
waiting there, and it is growing late.”<br />
“Will we have a fire?” Boromir wanted to know. “I want a fire!”<br />
“We will see,” Halhigil replied, though he doubted the gardeners would<br />
want a fire pit dug in their carefully tended grass. “Put your boots on, and we<br />
shall start back.”<br />
Elchim saw that Faramir made no move to obey. “Come, Faramir, you need<br />
to put your boots on.”<br />
“My feet are wet,” Faramir said fretfully. “They will get a rot in them.”<br />
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