Celyn left the king’s hall, stumbling on the steps as he walked down them. The heady celebration of the return of Oswald’s remains continued unabated in the hall, but he was happy to leave the young men to their revels. Falling insensible from drink and sleeping on the hall"s hard floor held little appeal. He much preferred the comfort of his bed. He was already stiff enough in the mornings. He grimaced. Soon he would be an elder, nodding by the fire.
He also did not relish the sore head he would have come morning, but at least he would not be alone in his suffering. Most of Bebbanburg would move slowly tomorrow.
Rain pattered around him as he made his way to his house, and a stiff breeze caused him to draw his cloak tighter around him. But at least it blew some of the ale fumes from hi
