CHAPTER 17
My last day as a girl, Rhian thought, as she waited for everyone to assemble in Angharad’s rooms. I will come back from this ceremony a woman, in public recognition. It’s too bad that Ceridwen can’t do the honors, but here in Lludd’s court it would be Lludd’s man Derlwyn in the traditional role.
She laughed at herself, quietly. I imagine no one feels quite like a grown woman at these ceremonies. This doesn’t really change anything, after all. I’ll still hunt my foster-father’s hounds. And Brynach will still be there. She smiled at that thought.
But legally, now… In the old days they sometimes announced betrothals at these events.
She looked down at her dress, pale green with gossamer lace overlays. She swayed lightly, as if dancing, just to see it move. Once again, Angharad
