‘It has been so long,’ he whispered and his touch became rougher, more intimate. At first she did not resist, still half dazed by her experience. But then she remembered the eyes that had stared from Caradawc’s face in her chamber, the knife brutally plunged into Goreu’s back.
‘Idoc!’ she cried — but the sound was smothered as he kissed her. And, though a doubt still lingered, she let herself be taken.
At the end, with her lover resting beside her, she rose on her elbow and looked down on his face in the moonlight. The features were those of Caradawc, but was there something about the expression — a hardness of line that belonged to an older man — a slight curl to the lip as though he was savouring a victory, not an act of love?
The fear that had become her unwelcome companion since tha
