Aberffraw, and Y Werthyr, 911 AD
Aberffraw, and Y Werthyr, 911 ADThe cathedral bells chimed joyously to announce Owain and Olwen’s wedding. The ancient wooden building was packed for the wedding of the son of the people’s hero. Each person had a fond memory of the legendary Alun ap Drystan, whom they retained was one of them, the son of a simple fisherman, and yet, so much more, in the golden age of King Rhodri. The general populace wished well for Owain because of his father. Those who knew him intimately, valued him for his noble demeanour and kindly ways.
Niviene hurried through the great door, hoping to be in time to find a seat. Her astonished eyes roved over the crowded nave before she suddenly started. Among the congregation was an old woman with a grey shawl pulled around her hea
