Dinerth 910 AD
Dinerth 910 ADOwain approached his mother silently, stopping a few yards short of her kneeling, bowed frame. He had expected her to take his father’s death much harder. She was deeply sorrowful, but the state of the baron’s body and its sweet scent comforted her profoundly. Seeing him as if in life except for the loss of an arm, helped, with the thoughtfulness of Iolyn in bringing him to Dinerth, her preferred residence, knowing that the grave would commit her to stay there.
Sensing eyes upon her back, Rhiannon turned and smiled bravely at her younger son.
“Mother, King Anarawd has summoned Iolyn, Arthfael and me to take our fathers’ place as counsellors and military leaders. Iolyn will go, but I have refused.”
“What! You have refused your king? Are you mad?”
“I’ve told
