Lowri ran in the hills and killed sheep and ate them for her breakfast.  According to Dafydd, his sister had bested pirates on the shore, bandits on the road, and robbers at the hearth.  She’d run to the Gower and back, she’d swum in the ocean and scorned the tides, she’d caught a mermaid by the tail and lived to tell.

Many of the villagers laughed at the boy’s stories, but young Dafydd knew that even if they weren’t exactly factual, they were still a perfect reflection of the reality he alone knew:  that Lowri was beautiful and fierce, and would someday have the world in her pocket.