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Coram Smythesson
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Coram watched the red-haired little boy run around the courtyard of Trebond. A very full-bellied woman followed him, but the large stomach that her pregnancy called was not conducive to catching her son.
"Let me, Lass," Coram said. He quickly strode to the child and scooped him into his arms. "Master Thom, it isn't very nice to run from yer ma."
"I almost had him," Alanna said, panting.
"I'm sure ye did," Coram said, letting the child hug his mother. "Now go rest. Yer husband sent ye to Trebond so that ye'd have you're babies in peace." Alanna looked like she might argue, but she was still breathing heavily.
"I think I will go and lie down," she said, rubbing her stomach.
Once Alanna was safely inside the castle. Thom turned in Coram's grip.
"Now, Master Thom, what can we do quietly so that yer ma can get some rest." The boy thought for a moment.
"Will you tell me about Norrin and Anj'la and the Dominion Jewel?" he asked excitedly.
"Ah, yer Ma's favorite," Coram said, getting himself down on the ground with a groan. "It was nearly two hundred years ago…"