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Arrival in Galwyddel
Sep. 7th, 2006 01:32 pmThe journey to Galwyddel had been long, dull and Melou was nothing short of exhausted. He hadn't lingered long in Rheged. Better to approach them on his way back, than take the chance of them not agreeing and having to travel through their land afterward.
Galwyddel, though much the same size as Gwynedd, seemed... tiny. The court was certainly smaller and less organized, and the main keep was nothing to look at. Still, he had to give the isolated Picts credit for managing to maintain themselves on their own.
Melou was ushered into the main building and was shortly after greeted by his Aunt Rhedyn. Bombarded might be a better word, as she was perhaps the most cheerful relative he had ever met and, like all of Cadwallon's daughters, looked very much like her other sisters. Heavily pregnant, she took his arm and led him through hallways to the room that had since been prepared for him. And she never stopped talking.
He was one of Cywyllog's boys, wasn't he? So handsome and all grown up! She had been in Gwynedd still when they first came to visit when he was just a baby. Did he remember? Of course he didn't. It was so good of him to visit, all this way and why hadn't his mother come with him? Or Ffion? It had been years since she'd seen either of her sisters and she missed them so. Would he be here for very long? She would love to have someone take him to Ynys Manaw, so much like Aberffraw it was. Had he meet King Tudwal before, or her husband Cadwr, the king's cousin? They would be sure to welcome him with open arms. They always did with family and did he know of the king's youngest daughter, Eheubryd? A lovely girl and almost 15, a perfectly acceptable marrying age.
...Melou couldn't keep up. He answered as politely as possible, when he could even get a word in edgewise, and was more than happy to ignore her few last comments when they finally arrived and he was able to excuse himself for rest.
Dinner was much like at home, though on a smaller scale, and he spent most of the time watching the king and his son, Dingat, trying to figure out the best way to broach the subject he had come all this way to talk to them about. Rhedyn tried her best to include him in conversation, but ended up doing most of the talking herself. Melou couldn't help but like her regardless, and was pleased he would be able to report to his mother that her second youngest sister was more than happy.
Finally, the dishes were cleared away and the men settled in for more important discussions. Tudwal brought up the subject of the fight against Constantine first and while they ended the conversation without any decisions having been finalized, both he and Dingat seemed very receptive to the idea of having a Pendragon back on the high throne.
That was all Melou had wanted, for a first meeting. He would be here for a week or two more and felt confident he would leave with their support secured. Not a large army, but it was better than what they currently had and once one kingdom was on board, it would be easier to convince others to join.
Once again drained from the day, Melou retired to his room and slept soundly for the first time in weeks. Rheged could be worried about later.
Galwyddel, though much the same size as Gwynedd, seemed... tiny. The court was certainly smaller and less organized, and the main keep was nothing to look at. Still, he had to give the isolated Picts credit for managing to maintain themselves on their own.
Melou was ushered into the main building and was shortly after greeted by his Aunt Rhedyn. Bombarded might be a better word, as she was perhaps the most cheerful relative he had ever met and, like all of Cadwallon's daughters, looked very much like her other sisters. Heavily pregnant, she took his arm and led him through hallways to the room that had since been prepared for him. And she never stopped talking.
He was one of Cywyllog's boys, wasn't he? So handsome and all grown up! She had been in Gwynedd still when they first came to visit when he was just a baby. Did he remember? Of course he didn't. It was so good of him to visit, all this way and why hadn't his mother come with him? Or Ffion? It had been years since she'd seen either of her sisters and she missed them so. Would he be here for very long? She would love to have someone take him to Ynys Manaw, so much like Aberffraw it was. Had he meet King Tudwal before, or her husband Cadwr, the king's cousin? They would be sure to welcome him with open arms. They always did with family and did he know of the king's youngest daughter, Eheubryd? A lovely girl and almost 15, a perfectly acceptable marrying age.
...Melou couldn't keep up. He answered as politely as possible, when he could even get a word in edgewise, and was more than happy to ignore her few last comments when they finally arrived and he was able to excuse himself for rest.
Dinner was much like at home, though on a smaller scale, and he spent most of the time watching the king and his son, Dingat, trying to figure out the best way to broach the subject he had come all this way to talk to them about. Rhedyn tried her best to include him in conversation, but ended up doing most of the talking herself. Melou couldn't help but like her regardless, and was pleased he would be able to report to his mother that her second youngest sister was more than happy.
Finally, the dishes were cleared away and the men settled in for more important discussions. Tudwal brought up the subject of the fight against Constantine first and while they ended the conversation without any decisions having been finalized, both he and Dingat seemed very receptive to the idea of having a Pendragon back on the high throne.
That was all Melou had wanted, for a first meeting. He would be here for a week or two more and felt confident he would leave with their support secured. Not a large army, but it was better than what they currently had and once one kingdom was on board, it would be easier to convince others to join.
Once again drained from the day, Melou retired to his room and slept soundly for the first time in weeks. Rheged could be worried about later.
