“The Rhewtani,” I repeated. “Anyone else?”
“I have not heard of any others,” Cynan answered, “but it is said that some of the conquered chiefs have come over to him rather than face defeat and death. Although,” he added fiercely, “any chieftain who would do that is not worthy of the name.”
We talked of all that had happened in Albion and waited for the food to be served. Our visitors supplied a more than ample share from their provisions, and our meal became a feast of friends. “I am not lying when I say that you are the last men I thought to find here,” Cynan said, slapping his thigh.
“After Meldron attacked the sacred mound,” Llew told him, “ we were taken prisoner. We were cast adrift on the tide and left to die.” He told about the storm at sea and related how we had walked inland and arrived at this placeâfailing, I noticed, to mention the nemeton or the cylenchar in his account.
Cynan and his men listened to the tale with interest. When Llew finished, he said, “Still, it is strange. We had decided to return home when Rhoedd thought he saw someone hiding among the trees.” Cynan addressed Rhoedd. “Tell them what you saw.”
“I saw someone watching us across the river,” Rhoedd began. “I told Lord Cynan and asked leave to follow. I raised the trail and pursued it until I reached the waterfall. But since I had no other sign, I decided to abandon the search. I was about to turn back when I saw someone on the rocks above the falls.”
“Did you see who it was?” I asked.
“No, lord,” Rhoedd replied. “But he wore a green cloak. I saw that.”
“So you continued following?”
“I did that. Not easy to find a way around the fallsâand I would still be searching if I had not seen a hind running into a cleft in the rocks. I followed and found a path; it led here, to this ridge. From the ridge I saw the lake and went down to water my horse. It was in my mind to return the way I had come. If I had not seen you across the water, we would have returned to Dun Cruach. The rest you know.”
“If and if and if,” I observed. “It seems to me you were fortunate beyond reason.”
“This is what I am thinking too,” Rhoedd admitted. “I never did see the man who led me to the trail. I know I never would have found it for myself.”
“No,” I answered, “nor will you see the one who led you, unless he reveals himself. For it was the guardian of the hidden glen.”
Cynan and his men were fascinated, and we talked of thisâand all that had happened in Albionâfar into the night. Dawn's greeters had already begun chirping when we turned yawning to our beds.
Upon rising the next day, Cynan said, “You are welcome to return with us. There is a place for you at Dun Cruach.”
“I thank you, Cynan Machae,” I replied, “but it is for us to remain here.”
“Here? Why, there is nothing here.” Cynan turned to Llew. “You are injured. You need food and rest. You will find both at Dun Cruach.”
“Again, we thank you,” Llew replied. “But it is as Tegid says: we mean to stay.”
“What will you do if Meldron discovers you?” Cynan asked pointedly. “You are injured. You cannot even hold a sword. Return with us. We can protect you.”
Llew did not take offense. He turned aside Cynan's blunt but well-meaning concern with a gentle reply. “It is not for you to protect me, brother. Rather it is for us to protect one another.”
“How so?” demanded Cynan. Llew's refusal rankled somewhat but roused his curiosity more.
“Listen,” Llew said, speaking low so that all drew near him to hear. I could imagine Cynan and the others straining after his words. “Tegid has had a visionâa vision of this place. He has seen a great fortress rising out of the water of the lake. It is an islandâ”
“An island?” one of his listeners wondered.
“Quiet! Let him finish,” said Cynan.
“That is true,” Llew confessed, “there is no islandâyet. It is to be an island made by men. It is an island made of many crannogs, a stronghold of many fortresses: Dinas Dwr is its name. And it will be a refuge and a haven for all of Albion.”
“You have seen this?” The question was for me; I felt Cynan's hand on my arm.
“I have seen it, yes,” I replied, resisting the urge to say more. Llew had begun; better to let him finish as he would. “It is as Llew has told you.”
“Dinas Dwr,” Cynan mused. “Dinas Dwrâyes, it is a good name.”
“With a fortress in the north,” Llew proceeded, “the south would be more secure. We would be like two swordbrothers fighting back to back, each covering the other's weakness, each protecting the other, shield to shoulder, shoulder to shield.”
The warriors saw the wisdom of this. Llew had made it live for them in his simple image, and they voiced their approval of the plan. “Meldron will look to attack where we are weakest,” Cynan conceded. “I am a wonderful fighter, trulyâbut even I cannot defend two places at once.”
“We will defend the north,” offered Llew. “What say you, brother?”
“Well,” allowed Cynan, “it is a worthy plan.”
“Support me in this, Cynan,” Llew said with quiet fervor; there was no pleading in his voice. “Together we can make this vision live.”
Cynan was silent for a moment. And then he was on his feet, shouting in his zeal. “It shall be!” he cried. “Earth and stars bear witness, I pledge you all a man can pledge to aid you in this mighty work!”
I stood and raised my hands in declamation, left hand above my head, palm outward, my right hand shoulder high, gripping my staff. “
The Golden King in his kingdom will strike his foot against the Rock of Contention,”
I proclaimed, in the words of the Banfáith's prophecy.
“The Wyrm of fiery breath will claim the throne of Prydain; Llogres will be without a lord. But happy shall be Caledon!”
The warriors acclaimed this solemnly and backed their lord's pledge with oaths of their own. Then everyone began talking at once, their voices keen with excitement; and I heard in the sound of their elation a vision assuming solid shape, faith taking flesh.
I listened to their eager talk for a time, then rose and, taking my staff, withdrew to the surrounding forest. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, to understand what Cynan had told us: the Cruin defeated, and the Dorathi; Llogres had already fallen to them. Meldron and the Rhewtani, that was a deadly alliance.
I pondered this but could not hold it in my mind. I heard the branches moving in the treetops and smelled rain on the wind. I could not see the sky, but I knew it was clear and the sun burned bright. It would rain before evening, yet for those gathered around our crude hearth the future held no clouds.
I listened to the voices of the men, ardent in friendship over their plans: the fellowship of honorable men was a most potent force. The alliance of Llew and Cynan, born of trust and respect, would be formidable. And anyone seeking to break it by treachery would find it a deadly alliance too.
Clearly, the Swift Sure Hand was moving mightily; powers long dormant in the land were stirring again; guides and kindly spirits were gathering around us, ancient forces befriending us in unexpected ways.
Happy shall be Caledon . . .
So be it!
I
will return as soon as may be,” Cynan promised. “And I will bring men, tools, and provisions enough to establish a fortress like no other in Caledon!”
“I would settle for a change of clothing and a handful of thatch to keep the rain off my head,” Llew told him. “All the same, I will see neither if you do not leave!”
Even as he spoke, the rain which had besieged us for two days stopped. The horses jerked their heads, making their tack jingle in their eagerness to be away once more.
“Very well, we are going. But I am leaving Rhoedd behindâand weapons enough for all of you.”
“We can look after ourselves,” Llew protested mildly. “We do not need a servant. If you meet Meldron on the trail, you will need Rhoedd's spear.”
“Nevertheless, he is yours to command,” Cynan insisted. “Do not be stubborn about this.”
“Very well, I accept,” Llew replied and bade Cynan farewell. The others were already waiting on the trail; I heard them shout as Cynan took his place at their head, and then the drumming of the horses' hooves as they wheeled their mounts and disappeared among the trees.
“Well,” said Llew, returning to where I stood leaning on my staff, “we have a horse and a warrior to command. Our war band is begun.”
“Scoff if you will,” I told him. “Great kings have begun with less.”
“Since you say it, I will believe it,” he replied, with a lightness of voice I had not heard in a very long time. “For myself, I am content with Rhoedd here. And between you and me, Tegid, he looks like one tough nut. I am certain he is contrary enough for ten men.”
Rhoedd laughed at this. “Cynan warned you!” he said cheerfully. “Did he also tell you about my foul temper?”
Thus began the close companionship of the forest hearth which we were to enjoy through the season of warmth. Rhoedd became a boon and blessing to us: tirelessly resourceful and shrewdly ingenious, he aided us in everything and increased the bare comforts of our camp.
Most days Llew and Rhoedd hunted and fished in the early mornings and spent the rest of the day gathering the roots and other edible plants that were our food. We bathed in the lake in the early evening and ate our meals by the fireside at night. Then I would take my harp and sing, sending silvery song aloft on the fragrant smoke of our oak-fired hearth. In this way, then, we filled the days waiting for Cynan's promised return.
One day Rhoedd appeared breathless at the lakeside where I was drawing fresh water. He and Llew had left to hunt but a short while earlier. I answered his call and turned to await him as he came running to me.
“What has happened? Is Llew hurt?”
“Lord Llew is unharmed,” Rhoedd answered. “He sent me to bring you. We have seen men on the river trail below the ridge.”
“How many?”
“Sixâmaybe more. They were too far away to be certain. They will arrive before midday. Llew is watching the track.”
I retrieved my staff, and Rhoedd led me up the slope to the ridgetopâpausing at our camp to gather the extra spears and shields Cynan had left us. We hastened along the ridgeway west for a time, and then down a long, steep path where we joined Llew, crouched behind a cluster of rocks partway down the slope.
“They are almost upon us,” Llew said. “I think Rhoedd and I can take them, but we will need you to help us, Tegid. We must make certain they do not leave this glen.”
“Meldron's spies? Is that what you are thinking?”
“Who else? Cynan warned us they were searching out the land.”
We discussed ambush tactics and made a plan by which we might subdue the invaders. “There is a place east of here, where the glen narrows,” said Llew. “The rocks come right down to the river's edge. Their horses would be no use to them.”
“And further east?” inquired Rhoedd.
“Further east, the valley opens to a wide plain.”
“Then our best chance will be at the narrow,” Rhoedd agreed.
We hastened back up to the ridgetop and east along the trackway until we found the place. We took up a position overlooking the river trail below, and then sat back to wait. The day passed midday, and we did not see or hear any sign of approaching visitors. Llew grew impatient.
“What is taking them so long? What are they doing?”
“Perhaps they have turned off the trail,” I suggested. “Perhaps they are watering their horses.”
Llew sent Rhoedd down for a closer look, charging him to take care that no one should see him. Waiting for Rhoedd to return was no less maddening than waiting for the invaders. Llew marked the time by tapping the butt of a spear on a rockâ
the sound
, I thought,
of bone rapping against bone.
The tapping stopped. “What can be keeping him?” he blurted at last.
“Listen!”
A moment later, we heard Rhoedd on the trail; he crouched before us, breathing hard. “I have been down to the valley,” he told us when he could speak. “I found them. They are making camp.”
“Did anyone see you?”
“No.”
“Do you know them?”
“They are not of any tribe or clan known to me. I do not think they are from the north at all.” He paused, softening his disdain for our benefit. “They looked like southern men to me.”
“Meldron . . .” Llew muttered. “How many did you see?”
Rhoedd answered, “There are six.”
“If they are Llwyddi,” I said, “we may know them. I might speak to them.”
“Why?” wondered Llew. “After what they did to the learned brotherhoodâwhat could you possibly have to say to them?”
I turned to Rhoedd. “Take us to the place where you saw them.”
Though the track was rough and arduous, we managed some speed with stealth. We crept as close as we dared. “Tell me what you see,” I said, touching Rhoedd's shoulder.
“Six menâwith horses,” Rhoedd said. “It is as I have already told you.”
“Describe it!” I urged. “Details!”
Rhoedd must have looked to Llew for explanation because Llew said. “Do as he says; and tell him what you see.”
“Well, there are six men,” replied Rhoedd slowly. “They have six horses with themâthree red roans, a yellow, a gray, and a black. They are good horses. The men areâwell, they are menâ”
“Are they dark or fair? What are they wearing?”
“They are dark, mostly; dark, and unshavenâhair and beards plaited. They are wearing long cloaks, though it is warm. They do not carry weapons, but I see bundled spears and wrapped swords on the horses. At least three men have shields.”