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Heartha woke at her regular time, just before dawn. She yawned, stretched her strong arms up above her to ease a slight crick in her shoulder, stretched her long legs one at a time. She smiled.
The morning was bright and hot. Spring was grasping on with tendrils that grew thinner and weaker with every dawn. The air held a heaviness that promised the woman would be damp with sweat by the end of the day's work.
“I want to write something for you, Ethel. A sort of secret between you, your papa and me. I know you and I have joked about it in the past. But I have to tell you …
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Heartha rode back into the village with a cursory wave and a nod to the guards on the gate. Her white horse looked almost fresh. No long, hard ride from Helm’s Deep then, one could easily suppose. Neither did the smith herself look overly drawn or travel weary.
The guards nodded back at the well recognised face, and waved her on.