CHAPTER 33
There were no more interruptions. Under the dimming of the sun and the rising of the nearly-full moon, the wizards stood within the boundaries of the circle and invoked a dome of protection that was faintly visible as a haze in the air.
Gwyn stripped off his clothes, handing them to his brother Edern, until he was barefoot and clad only in breeches, and stepped to the edge of the dome. To his left, he saw Gwythyr do the same. Ceridwen made an opening in the dome for him, as Derlwyn did for Gwythyr, and then they were alone in the broad space, their audience protected from any stray result of their battle.
Every time they met, some things couldn’t change—Gwythyr was stronger and older. He’s won before, Gwyn thought, when I was uncertain of my power and my right. There’s no roo
