Lili said something, but it was muffled in Ieuan’s cloak. “What?” He released her.“I’m fine now.” She took a step back. “Spending the night alone in this cave is not something I ever want to repeat, but I survived it. The only demons here were my own. At the moment, I’m just sorry about Geraint, and anxious about what the English are planning.”“As are we,” I said.Lili turned to me, her chin jutting out stubbornly, perhaps fearing criticism from me as well Ieuan. Despite her clothing, I’d not been fooled for more than a second into thinking she was a boy. She’d braided her hair in a long plait down her back, which wasn’t unheard of among men, but rare. If we were in the twenty-first century, I wouldn’t have mistaken her for a boy at all. Like Ieuan, she had nearly black hair, but her features were finer and she was small and lithe, like a gymnast or a dancer. I was having a hard time imagining her pressing an arrow into any bow, much less the one across her back, which had to be as tall as she was.Ieuan had a hand on Bronwen’s arm and tugged her forward.
