“I’d better be off to check on my men,” Alun said. “I have to look out for sea monsters from the ramparts.”
“What if you find one, father?” Iolyn piped. “Will you slay it with your sword?”
“Nay, I’ll come back here, grab you, carry you away, and feed you to it!”
When Alun had fended off the angry, but plucky, little fellow, he departed the Hall chuckling, delighting in the joys of fatherhood and the pleasure of living so close to the sea as he had in Din-Gonwy. For a moment, he thought about Drystan and Alis left behind in Dinerth. He had wanted them to come to Llanbedrgoch, but while Alis wanted to come to be near the newborn Owain, she refused to leave her husband alone. Drystan rebelled, saying reasonably enough, “Not another change of seabed, son. I’ve only just got to know this one
