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King Javan was already two years a man, however, at least in law.
But there was nothing Javan could do to stop him.
Quite suddenly, Javan thought he knew how to do that.
But at least he was leading the man away from Javan.
Never had he offered to give up control to Javan.
Javan could not say he would miss any of them.
And did his brother really think that Javan knew nothing about such things?
She had always made a point of being kind to Javan and his brothers.
Whatever its source, Javan seemed to be able to do it.
Javan asked in a low voice, afraid for what he would hear.
Javan affected to still be reading what was in his hands.
Something in his voice made Javan pull back to look at him again.
Even knowing it was all an act, Javan could not help but be moved.
Javan had known from the start that he would have to pay the price for his performance by the river.
Javan had all he could do to keep from shouting at her.
His heart was heavy as he talked with Javan late that night.
But the very thought gave Javan an idea how to resolve this.
A hopeful light came into his eyes as he looked again at Javan.
Javan had hoped to keep them from even being in the same room.
Not even Javan was present, though he longed to be.
Javan hardly needed to guess what his brother was talking about.
Javan swallowed, suddenly less sure of himself than he had been only minutes before.
Javan replied, trying not to get angry all over again.
Javan said, certain that was exactly what his brother intended.