“Wait a minute,” George said, “let me work that out. You two are Gwyn’s uncle’s in-laws?” He glanced at Brynach, across from him. “That makes you a cousin of the King of Gaul?”
Brynach reddened. “A very young and insignificant cousin, huntsman, and only by marriage, not by blood.”
“And Gwyn’s cousin, too. I hadn’t realized we were kin, Brynach.”
“If you go back far enough, I imagine we’re all kin,” Tegwen said. George recalled Seething Magma making a similar point when they first met.
George asked Tegwen, “What was it like, when Gwyn, Edern, and Creiddylad were young, before the disaster of her marriage? Angharad told me something once, but you saw it, too, didn’t you?”
“Creiddylad was much younger than Gwyn and they were raised apart, so he never saw her until she was already a lovel
