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This snippet from SAINT SANGUINUS takes place when 6th century Welsh warrior Peredur was a boy of eight.
This takes place just after the men of Yn Wyddfrid return with his father's body, following a battle.
I clutched tight to my little sister, rocking her as she matched Mam’s cries.
I couldn’t shed tears because I refused to believe. My heart seemed frozen, my sobs not yet formed even though my eyes saw and my ears heard.
After a very long time, some women from the village arrived to join their cries with Mam’s. One young girl walked up the hill to our hut, gazing down at me with sorrow, her face wet with tears. She wordlessly reached for my little sister, who stretched her arms out for the girl and her more practiced way of holding a wee sister.