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When Denethor called his son, Boromir, out onto the veranda next to him, Wyniel was only half listening. She was at the moment scanning the crowd for the man who joined his father in front of the crowd. When she looked up, utter shock filled her, and she almost fainted. Turning to the man who stood next to her, she asked:
"Why business is that young man Boromir's with the Steward?"
"He is the Steward's son, and now a soldier!" the man exclaimed and shouted "Hooray for Gondor! Hail the Steward and his kin!"
Wyniel felt despair fill her heart; how could a future steward take her company? 'He never told me, surely that was something of importance. What else is he keeping from me? How long will his interest in me last? He'll have beautiful princesses coming from left and right, he won't have time for a seamstress's daughter.' She threw the cloak off her shoulders, letting it fall to the dirt, and pushed through the crowd behind her. All she wanted was to exit his sight, such was the extent of her embarrassment.