CHAPTER 34
George watched the groups disperse to their encampments in the moonlight. He assumed few if any would choose to travel before the morning. Llefelys sent a servant to Gwyn, inviting him and all his party to stay with them, since they had no tents of their own, and Gwyn gladly accepted. His whole group began to drift in that direction.
George tried not to clutch at Angharad every time she strayed more than a few steps from him. It was uncivilized behavior, he knew, but he couldn’t help hovering over her protectively, now that he could.
She took his hand, filthy from the fighting, and placed it flat on her belly. There! He felt the movement of his child. He shivered with joy, twitched with it, and his knees were weak with relief. She reached up to cup his cheek with its beard in
