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procession to depart, then turned and thrust his way through the
gathered host. Siawn Hy allowed himself a slender smile, then hurried
after Meldron. The Wolf Pack moved away awkwardly, taking their places
behind the prince.

I was relieved to see them go, and equally relieved to have Llew beside
me once more.

"I feared you dead," I whispered. People streamed by us, every eye on
Llew. Some saluted him outright with heartfelt greetings and
expressions of respect. Most were too awed to speak, however, and
simply touched the back of their hands to their foreheads as they
passed.

Llew smiled ruefully.

"I should have told you what I intended," he said.

"I thought it best to go alone I am sorry. It will not happen like
that next time."

"You mean to leave again?" I asked.

"Yes," LIew replied, tensing again.

"I am sorry, Tegid. That is how it must be. You understand."

"But I do not understand," I confessed.

"Then you will just have to accept what I am telling you.," "But you
are telling me nothing."

He made no reply, so I reached out and gripped his arm; it was rigid
beneath my touch.

"Llew, we are brothers, you and I. We have drunk from the same cup and
I will not let you go again without hearing a better explanation than I
have heard just now."

Llew frowned unhappily, but he remained silent and turned his eyes to
watch the departing Llwyddi. I could see it was hard for him, this
decision he had made. He wanted to tell me, I think, but simply did
not know where or how to begin. So I suggested, "Say nothing yet. We
will wait until the others have gone ahead and we will follow at a
distance so that we will not be overheard. You can tell me as we walk
and no one will disturb us."

Liew agreed, and we waited until the last of the procession had started
back through Glyn Du. Then we struck off after them, walking a long
while in silence before Llew found the words he sought.