CHAPTER 26
Angharad lifted her head from her sketch when Imp bounded down the veranda steps and walked to his accustomed spot along the path. The morning light had darkened over the last hour as clouds gathered, and she expected it might rain in not too long.
Maelgwn stood up from where he’d been crouching by the side of her chair, his sword’s scabbard scraping against the wood. Thomas Kethin had encouraged him to become accustomed to the constant presence of the saber his foster-brother Rhys had given him.
“Again?” she asked Maelgwn. He nodded, watching the rock-wight emerge from her way. “Look, Mag’s got another rosebush.”
“What a surprise,” Angharad said dryly. She heard Bedo’s discreet snort of amusement from the other end of the veranda as he put his brush down to watch.
“Let’s s
