Once they were settled, Elenna changed into borrowed clothes made from tough leather. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this warm and dry!” she said, pressing a bundle of clothes into his arms. “Here are some for you, too. Oh, Tom, everyone here seems so kind. Brendan is even making room for Storm in the stables.” “When I said I’d make you comfortable, I meant all of you!” came Brendan’s voice. “We’re really grateful,” Tom said, as Brendan turned the corner, approaching them with a young boy of about eight or nine. “This is my son, Albin,” Brendan said, “the one who was attacked on the ice.” “It’s nice to meet you, Albin,” Elenna said to the boy. “We’re glad that you’re okay.” “Yes,” Tom said. “Did it get you pretty bad?” Albin lifted his woolen tunic to reveal three deep gashes in his side. “He was lucky,” Brendan said. “These lands aren’t safe any longer.” He looked at Tom and Elenna, and his face softened. “You are welcome to camp with us as long as you like.
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