XXXThe news of the victories had already been received in Caerwent. The Western Kings were delighted, they said, and had arranged feasts to celebrate the glad tidings. But after a brief description of the battles, Artos told them that he was tired from his journey, and would go on as soon as possible to Caer Leon upon the River Usk.
Cunneglassus wheezed, “Caer Leon! Good God, Artos, that place has been neglected for two hundred years. You’ll die of cold, my friend!”
But Artos looked straight through him and said again, “I go to Caer Leon upon Usk, King. When you wish to dissuade me, find yourself another captain, and Britain another Count.”
With that he turned and went from the room. Lystra was waiting for him in his tent and she said, “You are a hero, Artos. I am amazed that you let th
