Footsteps in Time & Prince of Time by Sarah Woodbury

Author:Sarah Woodbury
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, young adult, wales, middle ages, teen, time travel, alternate history, medieval, prince of wales, alternative history, time travel romance, time travel fantasy
Publisher: Sarah Woodbury

Chapter Two

Ieuan

I couldn’t rest. I paced around the small space, not more than four strides across, while my lord sat on the floor, his chin in his hands.

“I could break through that wall with my boot in two kicks,” I said.

Prince Dafydd turned to look at the wall behind him and then back at me.

“One kick if I stood beside you,” he said. “But I think we shouldn’t act before dark, and maybe not even then. Ideally, I’d like to see Falkes again, to better know his mind.”

“Why?” I said.

“These behind-the-scenes machinations are beyond me,” he said. “The more exposure I have to men such as Falkes, the better I’ll be able to treat with them when I become Prince of Wales, and better able to advise my father in the interim.”

“Not if you’re dead,” I said. “We’re Welsh. Most Englishmen think the only good Welshman is a dead Welshman.”

“I’ve not forgotten, Ieuan,” Dafydd said, his voice suddenly soft, and I felt bad for speaking as I had. He was so young and had so many responsibilities. But then, his destiny was a straight road, laid out before him that all could see. He couldn’t shirk it; nor can I.

“You think they mean to kill us?” he said.

“I do, my lord, and that’s not just the fear talking or the hate I hold for the English. Falkes may have plans and ideas about what really happened with Edward, but it’s not your job to find out what those are. It’s your job to get yourself clear, back to Wales.”

“You and Bevyn,” Dafydd said. “You always feel the need to remind me of who I am.”

“I apologize, my lord,” I said, “for speaking out of turn.”

“You didn’t speak out of turn,” Dafydd said. “You’re right. That’s why you’re here. My father does not entirely trust my judgment and rightfully so.”

“In that you aren’t correct,” I said. “We sons always seem to disappoint our fathers, but no father has ever thought more of his son than Prince Llywelyn thinks of you.”

Dafydd looked up at me and I gritted my teeth, knowing I’d said too much. “Like you disappointed your father?” Dafydd said, as if he’d read my thoughts. Given his other abilities, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he could.

“It’s not important, my lord,” I said, trying to head him off. He had a disconcerting frankness that seemed to encourage a similar candidness in his men.

“Isn’t it?” But Dafydd nodded. “Another time, then. I won’t forget.”

I groaned inwardly. He wouldn’t, either. I turned to the door, pretending to inspect it while my innards roiled as I attempted to dampen my emotions. My father hadn’t been a bad man, just stubborn and unbending. He’d never even beaten me unless I deserved it. It was his silence that hurt; his cold disapproval; the knowledge that I, as his only son, was ever a disappointment. My mother had comforted me once, explaining that fathers and sons never understood each other—but I knew she was

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