“What’s it like, in her domain?”
“No one knows. Gwyn sent craftsmen to help her build it, and she recruited some farmers, but they don’t travel. She doesn’t invite her family. In the early days, the families of those who left with her petitioned Gwyn to visit their relatives, but he bowed to her wish for privacy and supported her refusal.”
George straightened up and leaned forward in his chair. “But they were his people. How could he let them vanish, possibly to death or disaster, and not check on their well-being?” He couldn’t keep the incredulity from his voice.
“Over the years, especially at the beginning, many of us said the same thing. It was too near the disastrous slaughter of the abduction, and Gwyn’s guilt over his own actions left him open to her manipulation. So it was done.
