CHAPTER 18
At George’s request, Maelgwn walked over and closed the doors to Angharad’s apartment. All of them had gathered there, late at night, after the celebration had lost its savor.
George glanced around the room. Everyone was tired and angry, and Rhian looked like she was near tears. Her woebegone face tore at his heart.
Edern was the first to loose his fury at Gwyn. “How could you let that stand without a protest?”
Gwyn said, patiently. “I’m only her foster-father, and with today’s ceremony she returns legally to you. That’s why she was vulnerable. You’ll have time to object. Nos Galan Mai is almost two months off.”
“Quiet, both of you,” Angharad said. They glanced at the desolate Rhian, and George hoped they were ashamed.
Gwyn walked over to her and held her by the shoulders
