Culhwch
Lost Boy
A Countenance More In Sorrow Than Anger
Knowing not what else to do as the world burned, he wrote.
The rumours spread like wildfire – the English fleet sunk, the Spanish ashore at Plymouth, Bess slain by turncloaks.
There was no doubting the veracity of the flames. Whether lit by Spaniards, sympathisers, or sheer panic, it did not matter. There would be no escape.
The play was all but done. A shame, he thought. It was good, and tomorrow’s would have been better.
Knowing not what else to do as the world burned, he wrote.
The rumours spread like wildfire – the English fleet sunk, the Spanish ashore at Plymouth, Bess slain by turncloaks.
There was no doubting the veracity of the flames. Whether lit by Spaniards, sympathisers, or sheer panic, it did not matter. There would be no escape.
The play was all but done. A shame, he thought. It was good, and tomorrow’s would have been better.