Product Description
The Mouthy Prince is an adventure story set during the last decades of independent Celtic Britain. As a man, Caradoc will lead the resistance against the Romans, but for now he must escape, survive, and save the girl he loves.
From the Author
'I escaped into another world while creating this book, and thoroughly enjoyed every moment of researching and writing it. The writers who inspired me are particularly Mary Renault and Rosemary Sutcliff, so if you enjoy their novels maybe you would enjoy The Mouthy Prince too.'
About the Author
Sally Newton grew up in the old Catuvellauni heartlands of Hertfordshire. A life long love of all things ancient inspired her to study archaeology, including three years in beautiful Wales, where much of this story takes place.
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I wondered if anyone there felt for Gwyfina as a living person at all besides myself. Could I stop it? There were at least a hundred druids from all over the isles and beyond, none of them armed with anything more than ceremonial sickles and knives - but then neither was I. I was five rows deep at the back too - even getting close to Gwyfina would be impossible. I looked to the eastern hill, where the sky had turned from black to deepest blue and was now lightening rose. The female Elders had manhandled Gwyfina over to the pool's edge where Cernos had fallen. Despite my jealousy I felt a pang of pity for her as she reached out for him, before Britannios grabbed her hand back. Her hands were bound behind her with the rope Cernos had been strangled with. I looked again to the east hill - a strip of gold was rising. Britannios raised the knife. 'Great God Belenos welcome your daughter!' he cried. As Britannios pulled back Gwyfina's head her crown of blossom fell into the water. She barely knew me, and could not have known I adored her, but at the last moment her eyes looked into mine. I saw a cry for help, imagined or no. The first rays of the sun escaped the hillside and I, still just a boy, and the worst acolyte of Ynys Mon, began to pray for a way of saving her life.
