Geraint looks between the King and I with indecision. He wants to stay and look after me, but he also wants to help the King find Halvden and anyone helping him, to see justice served. Finally, Pryderi helps make the decision for him. “She will be safe here. I’ll see to it, and I’ll send word if anything changes.”
They leave with the physician and the extra guards in their wake, and the unusual calm I have been feeling retreats with Geraint. The fire retreats as a new wave of pain washes over me, cramping low and hard. My sobbing continues, and it’s all I can do to hold myself still beside him. Every now and then I feel a prickling at the back of my skull, from Geraint trying to communicate with me. I sent him a quick caution — I need to shut him out so I can concentrate.
Pryderi moves
