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"Nay!" Cordelia cried. "Thou knowest what Mama hath told thee of fighting!"
"We do but practice. " Geoffrey unbuttoned his doublet. "Let us grappleтАФ'tis hot weather. "
"Let them go, Cordelia, " Fess advised. "It will channel their excess energyтАФand, to some extent,
boys need to
wrangle. "
Magnus grinned, pulling his doublet off. "I warn thee, brother, I've weight and height on thee. "
"Yet I have the skill, " Geoffrey retorted.
"Thou must needs stop!" Cordelia cried. "Even Papa would... " Her voice trailed off in despair as
her brothers
started circling each other, crouching. "Oh! Gregory, canst thou think of naught to stop them....
Gregory! Where
hast thou fled?"
Magnus looked up, startled, the match forgotten in a sudden surge of concern.



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Geoffrey saw the opening and dived in to catch Magnus's knee and pull hard with a yowl of victory.
Magnus
slammed down backwards. "Geoffrey!" Fess scolded. "Foul!"

Magnus scrambled up with blood in his eye. "How unfair canst thou be, to attack when I'm
distracted with
concern for thy brother!"
"Distracted thou wert, " Geoffrey agreed, "and combat is ever unfair. Even Papa doth say so. "
Magnus's face reddened, and the fight was about to become real, when Gregory appeared with a bang.
"Strangers!"
His brothers straightened up, their quarrel forgotten. "Strangers! Where?"
"In the meadow yon. " Gregory pointed. "I thought I sensed an errant thought, so I skipped aloft
to lookтАФand I
did behold a great sort of cottage there, with men in brown robes who did till the earth!"
"But that meadow was barren only last Sunday!" Geoffrey cried. "We did picnic there!"
"Two Sundays ago, actually, " Fess corrected. " 'Tis filled now, " Gregory answered. "A score of
men can raise a
house of wattle and daub in a few days' time. " Magnus frowned. "Yet what are these brown robes,
brother?
Peasants wear smocks and biashosen!"
"What know I?" Gregory said, with wide-eyed innocence. "I am but seven. "
"Even so. " Magnus caught up his doublet and shrugged into it. "Let us go seeтАФyet quietly!"
"No, children! There might be danger!" Fess warned. But Magnus was already in the air, arrowing
away between
tree trunks. Geoffrey whooped and flew after him, pulling on his doublet as he went.
"Do not go too close, " Fess cautioned, resigned. Cordelia caught up her broomstick from a nearby
tree. "Well
done, little brother! Thou hast most ably distracted them from bruising one another!" Gregory
smiled, pleased,
and darted off after her.
The house was everything Gregory had said it wasтАФlarge, thatched, and mud-plastered, at