UNDER THE BOUGH
This story takes place between To Carry the Horn and The Ways of Winter.
“I haven’t lived with anyone for hundreds of years,” Angharad said. “I’m much too set in my ways, too used to living alone.”
Her old friend Tegwen looked at her pointedly in recognition of the feebleness of these excuses.
“You’ll adapt,” she said.
But do I really want to, Angharad wondered.
“What do you think of George? Truly?” Tegwen prodded.
She couldn’t help it. Her face warmed and she smiled affectionately. She glanced around the morning room to see if Tegwen’s husband Eurig was in sight, but he must be outside seeing to the running of his estate. They were her oldest friends. They had come to the new world in exile together, when Gwyn ap Nudd, Prince of Annwn, had transferred his domain.
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