She paused, and shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“Soon enough Gwyn discovered that his sister wasn’t truly committed to breaking her marriage, that her letters had been at best misleading and at worst provocative lies, and that he had already dishonored himself in attacking, unprovoked by any real grievance.”
Sorrow crept into her voice. “Then, out of his frustration and dismay, he committed vicious acts which have echoed long afterward. Instead of just ransoming his captives, he began to kill them, one by one, since he couldn’t kill her.
“This was bad, very bad, but worse followed. There was one hostage, Nwython, who had been captured with his son, Cyledr. Gwyn killed the father, and forced the son to eat his heart. The young man broke, raving, and Gwyn was brought to his senses. He
