The sneer of distaste appeared again, and this time Eowyn's descriptions made Hild's stomach turn uncomfortably. She thought of Lintlaf, grabbing Gwladus' arm and making demands, but at least Gwladus had favored him once. It was not good -- it still made Hild's blood boil to think of it -- but Hild could feel the sliminess of this Grima without ever having met him.

"I am sorry that you had to suffer this," Hild said, laying her hand atop her friend's free hand. "It must have been impossible to find peace, and you had no freedom. I understand why thoughts of this Grima would haunt you still."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully and spoke carefully. "In time, I hope the thought of him fades. I hope it is replaced with some good man or woman who wishes for your happiness, not your disdain. He is not here, after all. And if he were I would kill him without a question."