Date: Early 12th
century Place:
Llanfarran, Wales
We’re honoured
to have those well-known patriot warriors, twins Rhun and Rhydderch, sons of
the Prince of Powwydd, visiting our little village here in Wales. Tell us about
the accident that brought you here.
Rhun: Our
brother Rhys and our brother-by-marriage Baudoin de Montbryce tumbled into a deep
crevice. We’ve spent most of the day hauling them out.
Rhydderch:
It’s thanks to Rhun’s brute strength that we were able to get Rhys out.
Rhun: But
it was your idea of the conveyance we used to pull Baudoin up that saved his
life.
Were they
injured?
Rhydderch:
Yes, Rhys has a badly broken leg and ribs, and a sprained ankle. Baudoin is
still lying in a stupor.
Baudoin isn’t a
Welsh name. It sounds Norman. You’ve spent your lives fighting Normans.
Rhun: We tire
of explaining that our sister Carys is married to the Earl of Ellesmere.
Rhydderch:
My brother and I never understood why our father, Rhodri, allowed the marriage,
though Rhys was in favour. Something he calls strategic alliances.
You must be
worried about their injuries?
Rhun: Of
course, but it turns out you have a capable bonesetter here. We expected a man,
but found an enticing young woman.
Rhydderch:
And Glain is the embodiment of her name—a jewel.
Sounds like you’re
enamoured of her, Rhydderch.
Rhun: Hah! My
brother falls in love easily.
Rhydderch:
As if you aren’t in love with her too. I saw the way you looked at her.
Rhun: It’s
true I am attracted to Glain, but she’s not for you, Rhydderch.
Rhydderch:
What makes you say that?
Rhun: She’s
more suited to me.
Rhydderch:
I disagree.
Nobles, it wasn’t
my intention to start an argument.
Rhun: We
never argue. We’re twins.
Rhydderch:
We’re always in agreement.
Rhun: We’ve
shared everything since we were babes.
But are you
willing to share this woman?
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