Modest_Proposal February 9 Cecil Brandybuck Cecil left the tent calmly and with the faintest smile. He turned to Winfrith, but did not greet him as as he had previously. Instead, he bowed as if to a grave warrior. “You are twice as brave I was at a quarter the age.” His smile grew wider, “Your uncle is a great man. You know this. If you see this through, come to us and we will take you to open lands. Farewell.” With that, he followed Barin to their boat without his usual frivolity. He took an oar in each hand and, with his heel, corrected Barin’s paddle. Soon enough they were off and the young boy and his kingdom faded in the mist.
Modest_Proposal February 6 Cecil Brandybuck Cecil left the tent calmly and with the faintest smile. He turned to Winfrith, but did not greet him as as he had previously. Instead, he bowed as if to a grave warrior. “You are twice as brave I was at a quarter the age.” His smile grew wider, “Your uncle is a great man. You know this. If you see this through, come to us and we will take you to open lands. Farewell.” With that, he followed Barin to their boat without his usual frivolity. He took an oar in each hand and, with his heel, corrected Barin’s paddle. Soon enough they were off and the young boy and his kingdom faded in the mist.
