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Text: “The Rohirrim were defeated and their land was overrun; and those who were not slain or enslaved fled to the dales of the mountains. Helm was driven back with great loss from the Crossings of Isen and took refuge in the Hornnburg and the ravine behind (which was after known as Helm’s Deep). There he was besieged. Wulf took Edoras and sat in Meduseld and called himself king. There Haleth Helm’s son fell, last of all, defending the doors.”
Caithryth pushes the stone lid with all her might, determined by the solider's sudden fear somehow. At first, the lid is quite hard to move, but midway through her pushing, it becomes easier to move the stone.
During the Fréasburg Faire, Crow shares with Dytha suspicions that not all is peaceful in the town, but is frugal with the details. ((Heavily edited log to preserve the storyline between these two characters.
Haeneth |It was no surprise she was up at this late hour. It was a usual sight—Haeneth sitting on the floor by the fire, not even bothering for the comfort of the hide rug. She didn't look up from the task over which she was hunched. She would never mistake the sound of his footsteps.
There was risk, even in darkness. Someone tomorrow would recall seeing a figure outside the cabin late at night. The rain was thick, but the lightning burned enough sky to outline the stranger, lurking long enough to lay a curse on the home.
Late evening at the Edoras tavern, Dytha teases Langhund for his honeyed flirtations with Syaven and learns of a skill of his she could turn to her use.