One day is very much like another when one is in solitude. Winter winds are relentlessly hurled from the black waves of the sea and whirled through the sheer stone corridors off the headland. Within a secluded alcove is my home, a stone edifice built to survive such abrasive currents. As is my custom, I walk the beach, vigilantly guarding the coastline. In this barren season, it is a rare thing to find a pirate ship asea. This morning I am surprised to find one. Not since Samhain have any Irish made an attempt at mooring on this beach.

Dyfed's king Gwrthefyr is of an Irish pedigree, and his line was established in this country to ensure that the Irish would no longer be a threat to the Cymry and to the rest of Britain. But I am not impressed with Gwrthefyr's rule. Never have raids been more frequent. And now they come in winter? I alone have stood on this beach, single-handedly defending the island from Gaelic pirates. It is a feat I would think impossible for a single man...but then Arthur made me believe great things.

I gave up a kingdom for Arthur. As heir of Gododdin, I would have had the great distinction of being Lord of the North, protector of Britain from the Picts and Scots. But when the High King called for the best men in the island, it was a challenge I had to accept. Very quickly, under Arthur's guidance did I discover my strengths and my weaknesses. We of the Cymbrogi were an unruly rabble...at first. But it wasn't long before Arthur's Knights became the most impressive band of warriors in all of Europe.

When I found myself in the middle of a war between my brother Medrawd and my King, I fled. It was cowardly. Many men fell at the Battle of Camlann, including Arthur, himself. A traitor to the High King and to the Gododdin, I remain in exile, doing whatever I can to demonstrate my love for Britain.

And now here I am, in Dyfed, a country that suffers not only from Irish pirates but from invasions by the Men of Gwynedd. When Briton goes to war against Briton while strangers invade from across the sea, can the demise of the Round Table be far behind?