Brilliant sunshine streamed in through the Nursing Ward windows, washing over Gairynzvl in its fullest measure. All the shutters nearest to his bed had been angled to direct the warming ribbons of light over him. Encouraged to rest throughout the remainder of the morning, not only to regain his strength from the demands The Prevailation had put upon him, but also to prepare both physically and mentally for the celebration the temple inhabitants had arranged for that evening, he had willingly returned to his bed. He resisted the notion of being put on any sort of display and was entirely in opposition to meeting and greeting all the villagers of Hwyndarin who had heard the tale of the young Fey who had fought and defeated a Legion of The Reviled, but Veryth assured him that it was all part
