CHAPTER 32
Angharad stood up and stretched, then walked over to the window on Sunday morning. The snow had begun in the middle of the night and was still falling steadily, drifting down with no sign of stopping. Maelgwn was out in it, somewhere, working off some steam with Rhian.
She liked the boy’s fierceness and his loyalty to George. She thought he had the makings of a good man. She put her hand over her belly, where another life was forming. Both of these children might outlive George by centuries, if he didn’t have the long life.
Don’t be greedy, she thought. George might have died already, if his friends hadn’t helped get him back, if Ceridwen hadn’t dared to stand up to Cernunnos, if Cernunnos hadn’t been merciful. No, it wasn’t mercy, she corrected herself. If George hadn’t chos
