Rhodri topped up George’s glass of wine. George was under instructions by Ceridwen to drink to make up the blood loss. “The others can’t be won over and you shouldn’t waste your time with it. Gwyn doesn’t. They come to see Gwyn fail, nothing simpler. They probably weren’t even making most of the catcalls this morning, they’re happy to let the blowhards do that.”
“No,” he continued, “I think these are the same enemies we’ve been discussing the last few days, just taking advantage of knowing your specific location at a predictable time. An opportunistic strike.”
“They damn near succeeded,” George said morosely.
“That’s not the way to think about it. From their point of view, it was a failure, and that suits me fine. Look at it that way. You’re leading a charmed life.”
He has a point, Geo
