I am continuing A Fierce Reaping from where I left off last week with Cynfal sounding out just how interested the bereaved Gwion is, with a view to getting his big hairy paws on Gwion’s dead lover’s armour.
“I heard,” Cynfal said. “I’m sorry, and I’m sorry you were hurt as well.” He returned to the door and reached out to give Gwion a gentler version of the punch in the arm that Pup and March seemed to quite enjoy. “Come with us … maybe Llif’s horse needs exercising?” Gwion’s small smile confirmed his guess. “You could meet us – accidentally, and then come along for the company?”