Anymer had noticed a change in the boy. It had been subtle, at first anyway. He swung the splitting maul again, sending two halves of a log splintering in opposite directions. His body was well used to this chore – he had, after all, been doing it since he was a boy; and even more so since he married Frae. This thought brought a smile; it had easily been the happiest thirteen years of his life.
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