George leaned over to Rhodri again and whispered, “Ouch.”
Rhodri choked and kicked him under the table. Then he nodded to Gwyn in acknowledgment.
“These are our preliminary plans, and more will become clear once we have Ifor Moel’s report.”
He paused and looked around the table before continuing.
“Now, here, with our family and close friends, I want to tell you all what we think brought us to this point. Much of this story seems correct to me, though there’s much we can’t confirm.
“We believe Madog’s home is west of the mountains, and that he claimed it several hundred years ago. We know he’s a way-master of unusual skill. He has appeared at several courts in the old world, as if he were just another lesser fae, and at some point he met Gwythyr and formed an alliance.
“Gwythyr wanted
