Emrys reached the stone circle with seconds to spare. Already Morgan was stood with his arms facing the sun, about the declare that the day had ended, and that Emrys had forfeited his chance for redemption.
But then Emrys was there, walking with his head held up high. With pride. There was silence from the watching crowd. The air was heavy with tension and expectation.
Emrys drew his bone club and entered the circle.
“The Barbarian has finally arrived,” said Gwern, scowling. “With seconds to spare. Did you quake, Emrys? Were you begging for your father to come back to life and help you?”
“I was seeing to my sister.”
“Yes. Pretty little thing, isn’t she? But ever so sickly. You know, I haven’t chosen a queen yet. Perhaps I could give her the honor?”
“Shut your foul mouth, traitor-prin
