Alun leant over towards Rhiannon. “If we do this as we march on the foe, they will wet themselves!”
Rhiannon giggled. “Beware defeat by the stench of Viking piss!”
They rode on untroubled until, towards the end of the day, they came to Cymyran Strait, which separated Ynys Cybi from Anglesey.
“We’ll have to wait for the tide. It’ll be at its lowest within a couple of hours, but we’ll have to leave the waggon. To cross, take Owain in your lap and Iolyn can sit in front of me on my horse. We’re lucky, it’ll still be daylight. Look.” He pointed. “There’s your father on the heights.”
Rhiannon gasped and waved frantically. The small figure above raised a hand in acknowledgement.
“I’m so pleased to be home!” she cried.
I hope this homecoming has a happy ending. Again, Alun kept his thoughts
