XXXIVLystra leaned on a balustrade and watched the cavalry of the second company of Cymry wheeling and charging, halting and retreating. It was a wonderfully drilled mass of young tribesmen, now supplemented by those of the Jutes who were interested in riding, mainly the sons of petty chieftains who had been able to afford horses for their sons to ride. In the centre of the vast parade ground, Medrawt sat upright in the saddle, with Cei at his left side, his eyes never leaving his company. He saw every bit, every spur, every saddle-girth. He saw each man, from Roman helmet to heavy caligula, each sword-belt and neck-cloth; nothing missed his eye.
Nor did any point of Medrawt miss the eye of Lystra. She saw the proud carriage of his head, the red plume of his officer’s golden helmet, that
