Finding himself with a dead princess on his hands, the killer wrapped Tegwen’s body in Wena’s deerskin and threw her over the wall,” Hywel said. “It’s what I’m thinking,” Gareth said. “It’s perfect. The wall should have been high enough such that it wasn’t possible to see over it. Nobody would ever have looked there if it hadn’t come down.” Hywel shook his head. He had both wanted to find Tegwen’s grave and not wanted to. But now that they thought they had, he couldn’t back away from it. His next step must be to speak to old Wynn. Gareth sent Llelo back to the castle to recover from his ordeal, and he and Hywel entered the village. They stopped first at Wynn’s hut, but he wasn’t home, and his daughter pointed them to the tavern. They found Wynn seated on a stool at one of the tables, well into his cups. “How many has he had?” Hywel asked Huw, the tavern-keeper. “He started early today, my lord,” Huw said. As the sun was still high in the sky, he must have started early indeed.
