When he arrived home, his father, Cadeyrn, was working on a new spear. His mother was helping his sister, Morwenna, at the loom. His grandmother was resting by the fire. They all looked up as he came through the door, and when they saw what he was carrying on his shoulders, great excitement filled the hut.
“Where did you catch it?” asked Cadeyrn.
“In the woods,” said Brennus, dropping the carcass on the dirt floor. “I can’t tell you how lucky I was.”
As Brennus and Cadeyrn set about gutting the boar, Brennus recounted the tale of how he had speared it. Then, as he had promised, he cut out the animal’s heart and placed it on the bowl they used for offerings. He carried it outside, beyond the fence surrounding the village, and raised it high above his head.
“Mighty Cernunnos, god of the
