Dear Diary
I knew I could count on Doli to go to the council at Caer Dallben, just as I knew I could count on him to grumble about it. What I didn't know was that I could count on the news he brought back from the quest when all was said and done.
Against all odds, the cauldron has gone kaput, thanks to Prince Ellidyr and his sudden bout of uncommon sense…
…What? Why should I call sense common, when it objectively isn't?
Anyway, as I was saying, Prince Ellidyr gave up his life for Prydain after he gained some uncommon sense. That was remarkable in itself. But the way the cauldron was gained in the first place…
…This Taran fellow. If what Doli says is true, he's the addlepated fool who gave me so much trouble a little over a year ago. Sounds like he's still a fool, but with a bit more wisdom than before. Wisdom. In a human. A young human.
It's the sort of thing that makes one sit up and pay attention.
Arawn won't be happy now, you can be sure of it. But whatever he was planning seems to have been postponed for a long while yet. First he loses the cauldron to that trio of loony but dangerous hags, and then it gets shattered before he can get it back. I can only imagine his rage. It's terrifying, I expect.
And this Taran…if I'm inclined to watch him, then Arawn will be as well. There are plenty of King Morgants in this world, but not nearly enough Gwydions or Ellidyrs. We don't need any more King Morgants. I think I can trust Dallben to keep an eye on this boy, but…
…Don't disappoint me, you milksop. Do you hear me? Don't disappoint me.
