Llanfaes, Ynys Dryyll and Winchester, Wessex 843 AD
Llanfaes, Ynys Dryyll and Winchester, Wessex 843 ADKing Merfyn’s careworn countenance drove Rhodri to confront his father.
“Sire, something is weighing on your mind. I have noticed your troubled expression for some days. Share your burden with me.”
The king sighed, and his heavily freckled face finally brightened as his pale grey eyes engaged with Rhodri’s dark green ones. The proud father studied the man his son had become: tall, broad-shouldered, corn-blond hair and beard, so different from his carrot-coloured locks. How unlike me he is! Rhodri appeared as a tower of strength and hope to his father at that moment. Might his son not come to his aid as the storm clouds gathered in the east?
How unlike me he is!“Three years have passed
