"And they almost had it," Thom replied weakly. "There is little but women and children here. The strongest of our men have gone to join the Rohirrim. Of the rest, only the old, the young, and the invalid stay." At the mention of the invalid, he smiled slightly, a grotesque yet somewhat sweet gesture. While he spoke, Mary had run back down the hill to grab her father's sword. She was with them again, bending to wipe the blade on the grass. Her movements caught Thom's eye and he grinned widely this time. "But not with Mary the Fierce on patrol!" He draped one arm around his sister's shoulder, staring up adoringly, and then remembered his manners. "And, of course, you as well, Sir Burn. Thank you for your aid."
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