Dyfnallt resumed the story. “I had been watching the kennels to see what Gwion intended, and so I hammered at the kennel gates as soon as I smelled smoke. Benitoe, Brynach, Maelgwn, and I each scooped up a litter in whatever sacks we could find and leashed the dams, and then we released the pack and led them out of the kennels before the fire spread to their pens. I must tell you, huntsman, Brynach distinguished himself—the picture of him with a sack of puppies over his shoulder and their dam on a lead, beating back flame to let hounds escape is not one I will soon forget.”
All heads turned to Brynach who blushed and looked at the ground.
Ives said, “Maelgwn had an idea of where to take them, where they’d be safe.”
“Bellemore,” Maelgwn said. “I thought no one would find us there. All we
