CHAPTER 15
Ceridwen rose to her feet at the council table in the conservatory and slapped her hand down, loudly. The noise startled everyone for a moment and even George looked up from where he’d been sitting, silent. “Enough! We must master our grief if we’re going to be of any use to Rhys.”
The tumult of the various reactions subsided, and Edern raised his hand for silence, the tracks of his tears still visible on his grim face.
“Thank you, Ceridwen. You are, as always, correct.”
She sat down, looking prepared to do it again if necessary.
Edern said, “While Rhys is absent I take upon myself the office of regent on his behalf.”
There were no objections.
“First question, are we sure he’s with Madog?” he said.
Edern looked to George, but it was Rhodri who answered. “Yes, I’m sure.”
