CHAPTER 19
Gwyn stretched before entering his suite. Angharad had gone to bed, but he and Edern had lingered another hour or more, turning over ideas and generally working through their shock and anger. He glanced over at his brother as he reached for the door handle and thought, guiltily, I should have anticipated this.
He opened the door wide and let his eyes adjust to find the lamps, his lighter already in his hand. They’d be sleeping, inside, and he didn’t want to disturb them. The light from the corridor illuminated a thin wedge of overturned furniture and wrinkled carpet, and he halted, instantly alert again.
“Bring a light from the hall, quickly,” he said to Edern.
Without question, Edern spun to obey. With its help they found their own lamps and lit them. Gwyn took the borrowed
