With the arrival of so many esteemed guests, the feast Owain prepared needed to be far grander than the sad affair that had welcomed him to the summer villa. This time, even though his father Bors declared that it should be a feast for the young ones, more than fifty distinguished guests had arrived to fill the tables of the great hall.
The cooks had begun work as soon as they received a message the night before that Jocelynn would be arriving today. Three whole venison, two large boars and countless fowl had been roasted on giant spits before being placed on the feasting tables for carving.
Casks of wine had been tapped just for this occasion and hopped ale flowed freely from kegs brought by the Church of the Holy Lord of Light. If Owain had one complaint for the evening it was that the casks of foamy ale weren't the only things that had come from the temple at the heart of the city.
