The first time, they came like crows at harvest-time. They brought their nobles, they brought their taxes, they built their castles… and they left when they could not subdue easily.
Now we hold their castles, and try to fortify them, watching the crows circle, knowing they will return…
Llywelyn pondering the future of Rhyddion on a windy hill-top.
Schmincke watercolour and white marker on Hahnemühle paper, A3 size.
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