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The insistent howl came half a moon or so after she'd come to Akashingo, summoning her to the borders. Flanked by a fellahin or two, Madhu dismissed the servants with a graceful cant of her head and then turned to face the she-devil before her—

One Myfanwy verch Cadoc, a niece to Llewellyn through his favorite sister Seren. Myfanwy was rangy, with a hard look to her face always; a warrior to the core, she was a squire to one of Mynydd's leading knights and hoped to serve the king one day—at his right side, of course.

You've not returned. They have waited for your word, the fierce young woman grunted, a jaundiced eye set upon Madhuri.

For her part, the golden princess kept her head high, looking imperiously upon her distant cousin of sorts. I wasn't aware I was needed, she replied. I am not any heir to my father's throne; I have no royal duties beyond the favor I granted him, to share with Moonspear our great Llewellyn's death.

Myfanwy snorted, and raised a brow. The queen is expecting, she went on—speaking, of course, of Taliesin's lovely bride, taken last winter. Madhu had attended the service, though lingering at the periphery. New princes and princesses, for the good of the kingdom.

Even more reason for me to remain here, Madhuri responded coolly. She cocked her head. Are we finished?

She watched the messenger go, shaking her head. Sguthan, she murmured, contempt and humor mixing in the two syllables. The word hovered before her for an instant, then faded, and she turned to walk back to the red mesa, tail flagging in silent triumph.