Eilonwy at Caer Dallben
"I can't take it anymore! I swear if I have to listen to anymore people tell me that, a proper lady mustn't or a proper lady shouldn't, I think I might reacquaint them with Dyrnwyn." I said unsheathing the black blade. My private ranting was soon ended when Dallben rapped angrily on the kitchen door.
"Eilonwy! Hurry up with that slop!" He called impatiently, "Hen Wen is getting hungry!"
"Oh sorry, Dallben! I've almost finished, I swear!" I filled the little white pig's feeding dish to the rim with potato peels, left over apples, corn, lettuce and tomatoes which I mashed unmercifully and stirred till it reached a gooey brownish-green consistency. "Here it is. " I sighed, "A feast fit for a pig."
I hurried outside to the prophetic pig's homey little shed and set the food in front of it. I knealt down and rubbed Hen Wen behind her pale pink ears. "Oh I do wonder when Taran returns. I don't suppose you'd give me any clues, would you?" The pig simply stared at me with its pale blue eyes. "I didn't think so."