George was paying rapt attention, sneaking a sideways look at her face from time to time. “Gwyn assembled his band of warriors, and stole Creiddylad back from Gwythyr. She went willingly enough, for the thrill of it. I was told by one who was there that she left on her own horse, with her favorite possessions, and took her time gathering them.
“Gwythyr pursued them, whether to recover what was his or out of love I cannot say. His own nobles and some of his guests accompanied him, and the two groups engaged in a running series of skirmishes. Gwythyr’s group was divided, in the dark, and Gwyn captured many of his retinue, taking them all back to his lands under his father, planning to go on as before, with hostages.”
She paused, and shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“Soon enough Gwyn di
