Even if he had overheard Sais’s conversation with Kerin, he obviously had other priorities. Fychan, who looked exactly like a man who’d gone ten rounds in the bedroom with a goddess, went to lie down. Kerin took Damaru to their room. Quite aside from her desire to spend what time was left with her child, she had a lot to think about. After all, someone she trusted had just told her she was living a lie. Sais shouldn’t have admitted the truth, no matter how she pestered him. But if anyone here could handle it, Kerin could. He’d had faith once too, in a male duality of loving father and self-sacrificing son. And he’d grown up somewhere where belief was the norm, though he didn’t remember it being as all-pervasive as it was here. He had lost his faith and survived. He went and sat in the parlour, where Ebrilla’s cat immediately colonised his lap. He stroked the animal and listened to the comfortable chaos of the household. It looked like his initial panic about the Cariad had been unfounded.
