Gil was the worst in some ways, wondering aloud more than once if the Tanists would drag their cantrefs to war even before inheriting the title of Lord. Gwydion said little; he felt caught in a spiral of events that had slipped beyond his control, even though they were sweeping him towards his go...
The Firbolg, who had reappeared when he stopped playing, watched him with amusement. When he paused because he was too angry to think, or when his throat was too dry to speak anymore, they would call out helpful suggestions to get him going again. When his anger finally passed, he began to play, ...
Every now and then he glanced at Goewin, the beautiful girl who held his feet, who smiled back at him warmly. A twinkle appeared in his eyes, but nothing else changed. Wide windows, arched and open to the air, surrounded him, and the wind whistled through the chamber, coming from all over the cou...