49
Up to Him Now
“This is madness, boy!”
Celyn paced back and forth before the fire, clearly upset. Thomas sighed. His carefully rehearsed arguments were having little effect on the other man.
Nor on Nona. She shook her head. “Celyn is right. You are not thinking clearly.”
Celyn stopped and folded his arms across his chest, scowling at him. “You plan to go with the harper to Eoforwic, to meet the one he says was responsible for killing your father. Who is yet another of the tylwyth teg, you say.” His nostrils flared as he took a breath. “Yet the harper admits that he was there when your father died, but merely stood by and watched.” He snorted. “And as to that, what of the monk? Why would he do this Wulfram’s bidding and kill a man? And what about the Hound?”
Nona spoke before Thomas
