CHAPTER 32
George sat at Angharad’s table on Thursday and helped himself to a second piece of beef pasty. The crust was crisp and flaky around the meat and vegetables in their savory gravy. His leg ached with the morning’s hunt exertions, but he was beginning to regain his appetite.
He asked Angharad about the hunt. “So, how was it from the perspective of the field?”
“I overheard many conversations. More were in your favor, and Gwyn’s, than on Tuesday. Many were surprised just to see you out at all.”
“It’s not so bad, today,” he said, kneading his thigh. “Thanks for the cane. It got a lot of use yesterday.”
She acknowledged his words. “I thought Iolo’s sticks would be too short.”
“As indeed they were,” he said.
She began to clear some of the plates from the table.
She said, as she
