They had come so far.
Anna carrying baby Nin while Caradoc had their few worldly goods and Gryff followed loyally. But now the way ahead was barred by a river they could see no way to cross.
Caradoc put his arm around Anna’s shoulders.
“We tried, lass. But life’s not a fairytale. Sometimes the bad people win.”
She buried her face in his shoulder to hide the tears that sprang into her eyes.
Gryff’s sharp bark made her look round.
There was a boat hidden in the reeds.
“So it was a fairytale after all,” Anna always told the grandchildren.
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