Another short story from the world of The Hounds of Annwn.
Angharad hasn’t lived with anyone for hundreds of years, but now she is ready to tie the knot with George Talbot Traherne, the human who has entered the fae otherworld to serve as huntsman for the wild hunt. As soon as she can make up her mind, anyway.
Her old friend Tegwen looked at her pointedly in recognition of the feebleness of these excuses.
“You’ll adapt,” she said.
But do I really want to, Angharad wondered.
“What do you think of George? Truly?” Tegwen prodded.
She couldn’t help it. Her face warmed and she smiled affectionately. She glanced around the morning room to see if Tegwen’s husband Eurig was in sight, but he must be outside seeing to the running of his estate. They were her oldest friends. They had come to the new world in exile together, when Gwyn ap Nudd, Prince of Annwn, had transferred his domain.
She owed her honesty. “He’s kind, bold, even… ardent.” She looked at the floor. “He makes my knees melt.”
And makes me laugh, too. But was that enough?
She voiced her deepest fear. “He must think me a dried out old lady,” she whispered. “He’s so young.”
“And his age bothers you?”
“Not by itself, no, but we hardly know each other.”
Tegwen asked directly, “Do you have any doubts of him?”