Aberffraw and Y Werthyr, before the summer solstice, 912 AD
Aberffraw and Y Werthyr, before the summer solstice, 912 ADIolyn panted and wiped his brow with his sleeve. “Enough for today!” he cried. He had trained Elys prodigiously for two months and the boy worked him harder than any full-grown adversary, usually keeping him on the back foot and causing him to expend more energy than he could afford. “Come, lad, let’s take a stroll into town. It’s time I bought you a real sword.”
“A real sword! Do you mean it, sir?”
real“It’s no jesting matter, Elys. You are ready in record time! I suppose it’s no surprise after what the saint told me.”
“What did the saint say, lord?”
“I’ll tell you when the time’s right,” Iolyn growled irritably; he was too weary for discussion.
The man and boy pick
