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The weeks passed slowly for Wyniel, and winter came suddenly and violently. She was glad that Boromir had given her his cloak. The long trips to the stream in the freshly fallen snow would otherwise have frozen her to her bones, but the cloak kept her warm, and also kept her memory of Boromir alive. Wynduin had spoken with her a few times about marriage, and had listed some slightly professional men in the city whom she could marry right away. Wyniel was petrified at the thought of marrying so young (16), and longed to be a free spirit for a while longer. Besides, her heart belonged with Boromir, although they had spent so little time together so far. That would soon change. She would surely see him at the city meeting today.
The Steward had called a meeting for the entire city, and Wyniel made a note to visit once her chores were done. She could see the people already making their way to the courtyard on the first level, just inside the city gate. Running, she set the bucket of ice-cold water inside the doorway and rushed out with the rest of the crowd, eagerly anticipating the Steward's news. There was already a large crowd, but Wyniel managed to push through many people. She got past the steps of the Old Guesthouse an could see the Steward clearing his throat before he spoke. Still, a few people were in front of her, but she stayed there, with her face upwards, listening to the Steward's speech.