It was Einion.
They had not had a chance to speak of things since Ynis Wytrin. In truth, Lucius had not been able to speak with Einion on the Isle either. He also wanted to leave him to his thoughts for a time, knowing how the Dumnonian needed time to think when a problem arose. It was time to ask Einion what Etain had said.
Lucius walked back down the hill, around the western end of the stables and passed the planted crops until he reached and climbed the southern rampart.
The sun was setting red in the West, and ravens croaked and glided along the ancient defences that fell steeply away from them.
“Mind if I join you, my friend?” Lucius asked, not sitting until Einion invited him to.
Einion turned and looked up at Lucius. “Of course not. Sit.”
“What’s happening? You know you can sp
