The clanking of heavy chains announced Alan's arrival. The
king set his silver cup down and beheld his son for the first time in
a year. "I almost did not recognize him. He is filthy, and his hair is
disgracefully short, but he has certainly put on a lot of muscle."
Kynthelig inclined his head. "Indeed."
The keeper's servant brandished a fan made of fluffy white
feathers and fanned King Bowdyn as he looked Alan up and down.
"He looks as if he has worked often in the sun."
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