Taran looked over at Hen Wen. What a lousy pig keeper he turned out to be.
Oh well, he thought. Now I am a king, a knight, and I have the perfect bride.
Despite all he had gone through Taran was happy.
He watched as the ships set sail for the Summer land. Where Gwydion and the sons of Don were headed, and thought to himself. Though he was giving up so much, he was gaining much more.