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Banners flail overhead, boasting the mighty charge of the crimson, armored dragon. The pennants emblazoned with the Môr-forwyn are only a memory now. We are a long way from Dumnonée and infinitely safer than we would be had we stayed at Tarddell Beli, where my father kept his caer, deep within the primeval wood of Brocéliande. The Fountain Fortress is now one of the many conquered Breton kingdoms of Lord Esclados.
We were exiled to Britain. "Rigadaf will be Dahut-damned before he bows before another," my mother would say. Since then, my father's lost his kingdom to a lesser man and has had to pay fealty to Artoros of Camelot. I consider him Dahut-damned.
We've resided here, under the dragon's watchful eye, for nearly a month now. We are considered courtiers, though we are little more than prisoners. My father spends his every day as a mere soldier, obliged to campaign to every corner of Britain in the name of Artoros, while my days are spent idly. I am most often in the company of other princesses and queens, daughters and wives of kings and princes who either hope to keep their lands by allying themselves with Artoros or who have accepted defeat by him.
We watch the rhyfelwyr practicing their swordplay and horsemanship in the courtyard of Ehangwen until it becomes tedious. Then we drink and make witty banter with them in the drinking hall or the hotspring bath. In the dark hours, when I am not permitted to leave my apartment, I compose cerddi to honor my mother, who passed into the Otherworld the winter before Esclados invaded. And before going to sleep I am permitted to go escorted to the pool by the great hall and honor the Lady of the Lake with a votive offering of mead.
How long we will remain at Camelot is difficult to say. Life passes day by day and I accept what comes with each day. One is very like another.
Luned was once called Lady of the Fountain of Belenus in the forest of Brocéliande, in Domnonée. When her father's kingdom was usurped by the Frankish Lord Esclados, Luned and many other Bretons returned to Britain to find sanctuary among family.
In the Arthurian romances, Luned is a sorceress, an advisor, a lover, and a heroine.
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