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544 pages, Paperback
First published March 4, 2002

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof -
Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke.



"Well, dearest, what would you tell a farmer who had an over-abundant harvest? To plant less, of course!"...
"I am not complaining about the frequency of the planting," she said. "I’d just rather not reap a crop every year."
Summer I love, when the stamping horse is unstilled.
And lord against valiant lord, comes fierce to the field.
And swift upon Flint, the flurrying wave is o’erspilled,
And newly the apple-trees blossom, their beauty fulfilled.
Bright on my shoulder is borne my shield to the fight.
How long to my wooing will my wedded lover not yield?