Dinefwr Castle, A.D. 935-936
The mason stood with arms akimbo and stared up at the ruined castle.
“It has a fine prospect, lord, and this mountain chain will supply us with all the stone we need or my name isn’t Tegyn. Now, I must inspect the site.”
He strolled up the trail leading to the castle, stopping occasionally, dragging a boot across the earth and muttering to himself until, at last, he came to the arched entrance which, as he declared, was still serviceable. He passed through into the spacious courtyard littered with fallen stones, again muttering, until he spun around and addressed the prince in a firm voice. “You’ll be wanting your palace built in the centre, I suppose?” He waved an arm vaguely about him. “Then, there’ll be the outbuildings to consider.”
“Hark, Master Tegyn,
