Aberffraw, Ynys Dryyll, 854 AD
Aberffraw, Ynys Dryyll, 854 ADDespite his imposing, fierce presence that had earned Rhodri the nickname Mawr—the Great—even in his mid-twenties, he hated confronting Alun ap Drystan in an argument. He suspected that the smaller man would still outwit and beat him should the impossible happen, and they came to blows. No doubt who was the nimbler of the two. The devastating black eyes of the more agile man glared at him, with their quality of almost unmanning him.
the Great“I am your king, and I command you to stay in Aberffraw.”
command“But, Rhodri—”
“Silence! I have spoken; now get out of my sight!”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Rhodri regretted them. How could he treat his dearest friend in this way? What’s more, he understood the reason b
