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swore softly again.
    “Can't you find another of your female relations for this man?” the captain asked sensibly. “Did you ever even bother to acknowledge Rhonwyn and Glynn to the church?”
    “Aye, that was done years ago. The prior in Cwm Hir at the Cistercian monastery was told. He has documents with my signature.” Llywelyn ap Gruffydd sighed deeply and shook his head.
    “The marriage is the unwritten portion of the treaty I signed with King Henry at Montgomery. As a show of good faith, I offered Rhonwyn in marriage with one of the king's chosen Marcher lords in the Englishry. His name is Edward de Beaulie, Lord Thorley of Haven Castle. Having offered my daughter, I cannot substitute another without appearing to be deceitful with King Henry. It could jeopardize everything I have worked for, Morgan. Certainly you can understand why I will not do that.”
    The captain nodded. “Aye, I can, Llywelyn. You have worked hard for our people, but what are you to do now? Rhonwyn is hardly anyone's idea of a blushing bride.” He chuckled and his gaze went across the hall to where the girl was dicing and drinking with her companions. It was not Rhonwyn's fault that she was so unsuitable. “She is a virgin,” he said as if to cheer his overlord. “Of that I am certain. She has no interest in the young men, although of late several have approached her. She has physically injured them in her refusals.”
    “At least that is to the good,” the prince remarked dryly. “I shall have to take her to my sister at Mercy Abbey. Gwynllian will be able to make her into a maiden fit to wed with a lord. I know now I should have done that in the first place, Morgan. And perhaps Glynn might have been better off there, too, until he was old enough to be fostered out, but I didn't want anyone to know of the children while they were so helpless. And I didn't want to separate them when they had just lost their mother so tragically. I should have come back for them.” He sighed. “The years have gone too quickly, and there never seemed to be enough time for them. Still, at least my children have survived.” He chuckled. “The English were mightily surprised when I announced I had a young daughter of marriageable age. How they would have loved to have Rhonwyn as their hostage these years past.”
    “It might have been better for her if she had been their hostage,” his captain replied. “She would have been treated with honor and raised as she should have been raised, Llywelyn. Will you take the lad, too?”
    The prince shook his head. “Nay. They are grown now and can be separated. Glynn can remain with you for the present.”
    Morgan ap Owen knew what that meant. Glynn ap Llywelyn was of no current use to his father, and so he could stay where he was. Perhaps it was better that his lord wasn't married. He was not the best of fathers. He knew Glynn would be devastated to lose the sister he loved so devotedly, but, Morgan thought, at least the prince wouldn't attempt to make the boy into a rough soldier. Glynn was better off with the people who understood him best, and they were here at Cythraul.
    “When will you tell her, and when will you take her?” the captain asked his overlord.
    “I must take her immediately, for the wedding is set for a month from now. We will have to get to Mercy Abbey as quickly as possible.” He looked across the hall. “Rhonwyn uerch Llywelyn, to me!” he called out.
    She arose to her feet almost reluctantly, tossed the dice to one of her companions, spit into the rushes, and then sauntered across the floor to where Morgan and her father sat by the fire pit. She bowed, but the courtesy was almost insulting. “What do you wish, my lord prince?” she asked him. Despite her demeanor, her voice, he found, was musical.
    Morgan arose from his seat. “Sit, Rhonwyn,” he said.
    She looked at him with startled eyes, but sat. Then she saw the captain leave them. She was alone with her sire. What did he