“Why doesn’t father want me to
hunt?” Gair asked suddenly. “Why is Eitri at his right hand? I’m his son.”
For
the first time, Bragi’s face fell, and a cautious light leapt into his kind
eyes.
“I
do not say it is the right thing,” he said, "but I would also say to
not ask such a thing – at least, not yet. Do you want a second wounding, by
making your father repeat his words?”
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