Ethylit spun around on hearing the door latch snick. She couldn’t wait to tell Hywel her news.
Casting one last glance for reassurance at the sleeping infant in his cot, she stood to smile gaily at her husband.
“How’s little Eadlac?” he asked; it still grated a little that her spouse had insisted on that name in honour of his dead friend. She had wanted a name from the valleys of home. Knowing how much it mattered to him, she had acquiesced. In any case, he would always be Seren in her mind, since he was her little star.
Seren“Still squalling about his teething. How the poor treasure suffers it!”
Hywel stifled a bellow of laughter, not wanting to wake the child or incur the anger of his wife.
“And how’s little Ethylit?” he jested, taking her in his arms.
“Put me down, you great brute
