‘Yes, I know,’ he said, sitting up after a moment. ‘At one point you bent forward to look at me and Oslang restrained you, didn’t he? It was sound advice.’
In spite of himself, Andawyr’s eyes became suspicious and uncertain.
‘I don’t resent your doubts,’ Antyr said quietly. ‘But I can do no other than tell you the truth as I know it. I was both here and somewhere else. Somewhere dark — very dark. And silent — at first. Then...’ He told Andawyr what had happened.
The Cadwanwr listened intently but asked no question. His face was unreadable.
‘It was as real as this place,’ Antyr concluded. ‘Though where it was, why I was there, or how I came to be there, as ever, I don’t know.’
To dispel the images that had returned with this telling he turned to Oslang who was still earnestly studying
