lessons you must learn, Llewelyn, and learn well The ill come when you'll return to Gwynedd, lay claim to the lands °a' uncles now rule You must be ready to win back what is yours by y°" ancj above all, to deal with the English'''We are not a numerous people For every Welshman born, theH God has seen fit to beget twenty of English blood Our princes been forced to accept the English king as their liege lord But we not been subjugated as the Saxons were, we have not become a hon of serfs and bondsmen These Norman lords who rule England, d would rule Wales if they could, hate us above all others And still we live free, with our own princes, our own ways and customs "Llewelyn nodded eagerly, intent on a lesson he'd long ago learned "This is because when the English come onto our lands," Morgan continued, "our people drive their livestock up into the hills and then they hide themselves TheEnglish burn our houses, but we are not bound to the land like the English peasants, and when they withdraw, our people rebuild Nor do we despair when we fight the English and find ourselves outnumbered When we see ourselves losing, we retreatand hit them again on the morrow When they send armies into our land, we fade away into the woods, and they cannot find us"If you understand this, Llewelyn, you must understand, too, that you've no reason to reproach yourself, no reason to feel shame "It seemed nothing less than miraculous to Llewelyn that Morgan could heal the worst of his hurts with so little effort, and he gave the pnest a grateful smile Morgan smiled back and then said briskly, "Now is it your wish that Itell the Corbets about this boy7" Llewelyn hesitated Although he was feeling more and more cornfortable about the role he'd played in that frightening encounter by Yokethul Brook, he still did not relish the prospect of confiding in his Corbet km "No," he said slowly "No matter what they did to him, he'd just take it out on Stephen afterward I'd rather we let it he, Morgan " For now, he added silently Walter de Hodnet Not a name to be forgottenMorgan watched as Llewelyn touched his fingers to the puffy, discolored skin over his eye, to the swelling bruise high on his cheekbone, Almost as if he were taking inventory of his injuries And that, the priest new' was precisely what the boy was doing, making a private acknowlgrnent of a debt due Morgan sighed Vengeance is mine, saith the rcl On that, Holy Church spoke quite clearly But his people parted pany with their Church on this issue, they did not believe in forgivlng a wrong^ forgetting an injuryeverHere," he said, handing Llewelyn a brimming goblet "The Lady a nuxed some bryony root in wine, to ease your pain and help you
16sleep. Drink it down and I'll stay with you till it does take effect. I hay something of great importance to tell you. We learned this noon of death, a death that will change the lives of us all." Llewelyn sat up. "Who, Morgan?""Young Henry, the English King's eldest son and heir. We had word today that he died in France on the eleventh of June, of the bloody flux. He knew he was dying and pleaded with his father to come to him so they might reconcile ere he died. But Henry did not believe him fearing it was a trick. They are an accursed family, in truth, the Devil's brood." He shook his head, made the sign of the cross. "What will happen now, Morgan?"Ordinarily the priest would have insisted that Llewelyn be the one to tell him that. But it was late and the boy was bruised and sore, in no condition to be interrogated about lessons of history and statecraft. "You know, Llewelyn, that the English give all to the firstborn son. Since young Henry had no son of his own, the heir to the English throne is now his brother Richard. So this means that Richard will one day be King.""That is not good for us, is it, Morgan? If Richard is as able a soldier as men say..." "He is."Llewelyn swallowed some more wine. "I'm sorry Henry died," he said regretfully. "Since he was to be King one day, you made me learn as much as Icould about him. And now all that effort goes for naught and I have to begin all over again with Richard!"That triggered one of Morgan's rare laughs. "It is even worse than you know, lad. It is very likely that one of Richard's brothers might one day be King after him, so that means you must familiarize yourself with Geoffrey and John, too.""All three? But why, Morgan? Richard will surely marry and beget a son. How, then, can Geoffrey or John ever be King?"Morgan did not respond at once, seemingly lost in thought. "Aye," he said at last. "I reckon you are old enough to know. I take it that your mother and her brothers have spoken to you of carnal matters, explaining how a woman gets with child?""Of course! Mama and my Uncle Gruffydd told me what I needed to know ages ago."A youngster growing up around livestock could not remain sheltered for long, and Llewelyn's were an uninhibited people who viewed sex as a natural urge and a very enjoyable pleasure; nor was theirs a society in which the stigma of illegitimacy carried much sting. Morgan was not surprised, therefore, by the boy's emphatic answer.Actually, Llewelyn knew far more about carnal matters than MOP17«n suspected, for he knew at^°Ut Gwy- The average parish priest gie Welsh orEnglish or Fren, '^ "? a ^-educated man; Morgan* s an exception. Most were ^J^^ ** *»"** °f S bacy -s one that not many%?^^^?- I* was not of bacy was one
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