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belatedly ancelin decided he was hungry, and sniffed half-heartedly at the place the mouse had been killed to devour. "yeah," he agreed with a sigh. "we would have to ask to leave." which chafed but was understandable.
he hoped also it would not arouse aventus' suspicions. at his age, the boy thought himself as cunning as the rogue, though not half so fierce. if they kept their heads down, if they let the limelight climb off them, then they could be free.
the grin that slid over atreus' face unnerved him. ancelin's unbaked thinking was that his brother held a lot of anger over masquerade. he needed to get it out.
so they would. he would help his sibling shed the anger like black blood and then when they got back, they could start over with their cousins.
it was foolproof.