Goronwy said. Bridget knew her mouth had fallen open, but she couldn’t help it. One of her girlfriends back in Cardiff, before the time traveling, used to gape theatrically at any remotely surprising news. For a long while, Bridget had been convinced she did it on purpose, because it wasn’t possible for anyone to be shocked as often as she was. Eventually, however, Bridget decided her friend really was as innocent and (quite frankly) dim as she acted. “I saw it,” Ieuan said, a little grimly. “Now maybe my heart can settle back into my chest.” “I don’t believe it.” Goronwy’s hand was on the top of his head as he held the binoculars to his eyes with the other. He was still staring at the place where the bus had driven into the cliff wall. “How can you not believe it?” Justin said. “You have been to Avalon, my lord. Did you think God’s grace would fail our king now?” “No. No, of course not.” Goronwy dropped his arm. Peter stood stoically next to the others, his arms folded across his chest.
