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With the foreboding already resting on my shoulders, his words would have chilled my heart if they’d not been spoken with such cheer. “Lady! You’ve come in time, just barely.” Then their faces split into grins, and one answered, “Elin!” He corrected himself quickly. Neither one knew me at first, until I called out, “Ha, Meurig! Am I so changed?” The men who watched the gate I knew of old, though the last time they’d seen me I had been a wild hoyden, racing my pony along the beach and daring Morvyth to explore the treacherous caves under the cliffs.
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Then we climbed the hills again to the eastward side where the gates of Caer Alarch opened. I let my horse pick her own way down to the shore and across the shifting flats where the tide had run low. My eyes were not for the court, but for the cluster of ships pulled out on the narrow slip of sand - ships with the look and build of Ireland. And there, where the hills rose past the outlet of the laughing river, the timbered walls and halls of Caer Alarch stood. The land curved to embrace it, gathering an armful of harbor to hold close and safe against winter storms. I’d seen and heard the gulls for hours before my path topped the hill and the wide expanse of the Irish Sea spread out before me. The scent in the air was just as I had remembered it: sharp and rich at the same time. And then she remembered what her foster-sister Morvyth had said when they parted on the shore by Caer Alarch: “When you hear a gull crying, that will be me - crying for you.” And the next morning she took leave of her household and her warriors and her counselors and rode west for the sea. She marveled at it, for her lands were far from the sea. As she was riding after the hounds, she heard the cry of a seagull and looked up to see a white bird circling overhead. And one day it came into her mind to go hunting. A thrannoeth cyvodi a oruc ac ymadael a’y theulu a’y niver a’y chynghorwyr, a marchogaeth a oruc tra doeth i’r mor.Įlin, the daughter of Gwir Goch, ruled over the cantref of Madrunion, for her father had neither sons nor brothers. Ac yna y gelwi i gof ar y dywot y chwaervaeth Morvyth pan ymadael ar lan Caer Alarch: Os clywhych gwylan yn wylo, sef minnau yn wylo amdanat. Ac edrych i fyny arni yn troi, a synnu wrthi. Ac wrth dilyt y cwn, hi a glywei llef gwylan. A threigylgweith dyvot yn y medwl vynet y hela. Elin verch Gwir Goch oed yn arglwydes ar Cantref Madruniawn wrth na bo i’w thad na meibion na brodyr.