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Last Saturday, Owen Davies drove Bran to the Machynlleth train station. Since then he has been working very hard indeed on the farm, and volunteering more than usual at chapel. David and Jen Evans had him to dinner three times, and John Rowlands has been a great support, and there has been plenty of work to do.

At night, though, when Owen comes home, leading Lluchddu into the house, the little cottage is far too still.

If anything, Owen is relieved when he finds Milliways at the other side of his bedroom door.

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Owen's fingers tighten on each other.

"Thank you," he says at last.

"How well do you know him, then?"

"Well enough to respect him," she says. "And to owe him a great deal of thanks. There was a . . . situation last winter that could have been far, far worse without his help and advice. He is someone I wish I knew better, though."

"Last winter, now?" Owen's alert now, and grim. "Not a good time at all, here."

"Last winter," says Amy, quietly.

It's been almost two years now, for Amy, but she still remembers how cold it was -- far too cold to be out without a cloak -- and a ledger in the snow.

"And no. A bad time, in fact. But over."

"Thank God for that," Owen answers heavily.

Half of Owen does not want to know what happened last winter. The other half would like to hear something, anything, about Bran now that he has gone.

"If it is not too much, may I ask you what it was that Bran did?"

"It's a lot, but, no, it's not too much," she says, but there's a noticable pause before she continues.

"Warned me about her," she says, finally. "Gave me the names of people who could be trusted and could help if problems arose. Professor Lyon had to break a spell laid on my brother. And I would not have known to write him had Bran not mentioned him."

"I see."

Owen exhales, in some relief. He'd expected to hear that Bran had put himself in more danger for this girl. "Bran said she is powerless, now, and that he has not seen her here. I hope that he is right."

She nods. "That's what I'm told as well, and by people I trust to know."

"Good," says Owen, but he glances around the room as if Blodwen Rowlands might be standing somewhere in the shadows.

"Is your brother all right?"

"He is," says Amy. "Quite all right. He's just been married."

Owen relaxes and manages a small, real smile. "Wish him congratulations, then."

"I will," says Amy. "I'm sure he'll be very glad to have them."

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