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draw suitors. But even that subject, which had been so enthralling to him before the encounter at the cove, could not hold his interest. He felt Rhiannon staring at him from somewhere inside the women's hall. The fact that he knew it would be impossible for Rhiannon to see him and Mallt from almost any angle could not relieve his anxiety. |
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Since both Mallt and Madog urgently desired to be away from that spotshe to think and he to take refugethey soon drifted apart. However, a sense of sympathy had been generated between them, and each thought that the other might well be useful. Madog could not bear to be alone, and he headed for the great hall where he could be likely to find company and would also be able to conceal himself from Rhiannon. At first it did not help much; Madog felt dreadfully sick, hollow, and shaky, but as the hours passed, his symptoms abatedno one can remain at a peak of terror for very long. |
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With the remission of fear Madog's confidence rose a little, but neither remission nor budding hope outlasted Madog's next sight of Rhiannon, which was at dinner. She came in a little late, after they had started eating; however, a place had been saved for her and she was seated beside her father, as she often was when there were no important guests. Llewelyn very much enjoyed his daughter's conversation. As she took her seat, Rhiannon's eyes flicked over the seated gentlemen at the lower tables. She was looking for Simon, but because Madog was staring at her, her eyes caught his and she nodded a courteous greeting. Madog felt a cold shiver pass over him and found that he could scarcely chew and swallow his food. In a few minutes, he had to leave the hall. He barely made it out to the latrine area before he vomited everything he had eaten, and he felt so weak that he was convinced for a few minutes that he would die right there. |
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Now he knew, for certain, that he had been cursed |
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