Welsh Princes 3 The Reckoning by Sharon Kay Penman

Author:Sharon Kay Penman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Sharon Kay Penman
Published: 2010-04-14T09:45:48+00:00

then at his brother, said coolly, "Davydd, what a surprise." "A happy one, I trust." But Davydd's riposte lacked his usual verve; to Llewelyn, who knew him so well, he looked tired and tense. "Marital alliances entangle us in the most remarkable webs," Edward said, his eyes shifting curiously between Llewelyn and his brother. "Who could have guessed that one day I would be kinsman to YOU both, compliments of my lovely cousins, Elizabeth and Ellen." He smiled at Elizabeth, before turning his attention back to Llewelyn. "Ellen is our phantom guest," he said wryly, "unseen but not forgotten. I know she is foremost in your thoughts. I can tell you, too, what those thoughts are. You've come to Westminster, done homage � my Christmas court. Now you want me to hold to our bargain. Fair enough, and I have every intention of honoring my word. We obviously cannot talk here and now, with the trestle tables about to be set up at ^y moment. But I doubt that you'll want to wait, for in truth, I've never met a more restive people than you Welsh! Will tomorrow be soon enough?" "No," Llewelyn said, and smiled, "but it will have to do."

"Good, it is settled then. I'll be at the Tower in the morning. MQM me there at noon, and we'll see if we cannot reach an agreement abo^ Ellen's release." "At the Tower?" For a moment, Llewelyn could not believe what he'd heard, for Edward was still smiling, and the others showed no signs that anything out of the ordinary had just been said. It was only when he glanced over at Davydd, saw his brother's face mirroring his own shock, that he knew he had not misunderstood. The English King had indeed ordered him to come to the royal fortress that was England's most notorious prison, where his father had been confined and where he had died. LLEWELYN shivered as the wind gusted through the cloisters, for he had seized his first chance to leave the hall, and he'd not bothered to retrieve his mantle. Snow glazed the ground of the inner garth, but he could catch glimpses of sun amidst the circling clouds. Hungry birds wheeled overhead, and he heard an occasional muffled shout as boatmen hailed one another; even Christmas was not a day of rest on the River Thames. He knew he had to go back inside soon, before he was missed. But he was not yet ready, still seething with rebellious, impotent rage. "There you are!" Llewelyn whirled at the sound of Welsh, saw Davydd hurrying toward him along the path. Flushed and out of breath, he stopped a few feet away. "Jesii, but it's cold out here! You were too quick, I did not see you leave. Llewelyn, listen. Edward did not mean that as it sounded. I know him better than you. Granted, he can be mean-spirited, but not like this. I do not think he even realized that he'd given mortal offense.

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