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Druid.’ Bedewyr watched Gawain closely for his reaction to either of the two most important names he knew, but he was disappointed. Gawain merely swung himself easily into the Roman-style saddle and nodded.
    â€˜Lead the way, Bedewyr, and don’t worry – I am not a mad man and I do not think you a coward!’
    Bedewyr blushed at the accuracy with which Gawain had guessed his thoughts, and spurred his horse on. He knew that Gawain fought less like a man than a demon. Bedewyr grew cold. Could he be a wizard after all?

Chapter Five
    â€˜Bryn?’
    As soon as the door of her prison slammed shut, Ursula ran to the crumpled figure of the boy.
    â€˜Bryn? Answer me, Bryn. Are you all right?’
    The black shadow, that was all she could see of Bryn in the sudden darkness, struggled to a sitting position.
    â€˜I’ve lost a tooth,’ he said thickly. ‘But I think it was one I was meant to lose.’ Ursula restrained herself from hugging Dan’s squire. Although he was little more than eight years old, among his own people he counted as a man and Ursula had learned to respect male Combrogi pride. She contented herself with a manly clasp of the boy’s thin shoulder.
    â€˜How do you come to be here? I thought you were going to stay with Kai and King Macsen.’
    â€˜I was going to, but Braveheart bolted after Dan. I tried to catch him but by the time I’d grabbed his collar we’d got caught up in the Veil. I could see Dan’s backand then, when we stepped through …’
    Ursula found she was holding her breath. Bryn had seen his own father die and much of his tribe slaughtered, she did not want him to have seen what had happened to Dan, his Lord, his protector, his hero.
    â€˜I saw Dan and the blood and everything. I was going to go to him but I heard voices. I couldn’t hear what they said and I was afraid they were Ravens or whoever had hurt the Bear Sark.’ Ursula heard the slight hesitation in his voice, the trembling that told her that he wept bitter tears of shame that he had not immediately run to his Lord’s side.
    â€˜I hid – I was a coward – and they put Dan on a horse and took him away. Braveheart stayed with him. He was braver than I was. There were two of them but they separated. I was going to track the one who took Dan’s body. I started to, but then this big foreigner – not a Raven, something else – caught me and knocked me over, and when I came round I was outside this hut,’ he used a derisory word for ‘hut’ that meant something closer to ‘hovel’. ‘And then they threw me in here.’
    Ursula sought his shoulder again, felt the stiffness in it, the effort he was making not to sob out loud.
    â€˜Bryn, I think Dan was past your help. You did the right thing. No one would hurt Braveheart – he’s a valuable animal—’
    â€˜He won’t fight for foreigners, he’s Combrogi!’ Brynflashed back, outraged that she could even suggest such disloyalty from his father’s former war dog. Once more Ursula had said the wrong thing. It was a gift she’d got. She let her hand fall heavily from his shoulder.
    She sensed rather than saw the slight relaxation in his posture.
    â€˜You think Dan is dead don’t you?’ Bryn’s voice was low now, low and tightly controlled, bound with pain and the memory of pain. Ursula nodded and, realising she could not be seen in the darkness, answered him in the same tight, quiet voice.
    â€˜Yes, there was a lot of blood and—’
    â€˜He’s not dead. I’d know it – I’m his squire, I pledged my life to him – I’d know it!’
    Ursula didn’t argue. What would be the point? Instead, she took the knife, and feeling her way, silently undid his bonds.
    â€˜We’ve got to get out of here,’ she said in her most matter of fact voice. ‘There’s another prisoner here,