OK, the beginning of the next Gwernin book...
"Taliesin sang it, so it must be true. In all the
years I knew him, I never heard him lie—though there are ways and ways of
dealing with the truth, and a bard must know them all. But he was using none of
these on the night when he sang Talhaearn Tad Awen’s death song in Prince
Cyndrwyn’s high-roofed wooden hall, with the cold wolf-wind of a bitter winter
snuffling round the doors and windows, and frightening the flickering
torch-flames which cast his long black shadow, now here, now there, across the
smoke-stained walls: across the faces of all of us who listened, and across our
lives as well."
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