“This is Myrddyn,” Nimuë said. “If your mother’s name is Elen, he is her brother.” Her mother had a brother. Myrddyn. Sorcerer, chief counsellor to Arturus king. “He is young. Younger than my mother.” “No. He’s older. And now he is bound, stopped forever while the rest of us age.” Myrddyn. Her mother’s brother. Family. “Who did this?” Nimuë lifted her chin. “I did.”
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