Nomis was relieved to see that this guard was as impressed by that piece of information as Gludog had been. The guard looked Nomis up and down, and began to smile, his former belligerence magically evaporating.
“I can see that thou art indeed from the Great Tower. What news hast thou from there my young friend?” Lawnslod seemed a different person. Without waiting for an answer, he continued: “I haled from the Gatehouse Tower originally. In truth, that was up until a pretty, young Coblyn maid captivated me, many moons ago. Nevertheless, I used to enjoy great merriment and sport with those from the Great Tower in my youth before I was wed. I was in especial friendly with an Elfin named Clogfryn. We made a mischievous pair!”
“I know Clogfryn well. He’s taught me much over the years, for I had no parents … but are you sure it is the same Clogfryn because the one I know is very well respected and not at all mischievous!” Nomis answered, suddenly realising that this was the second time in less than a day that he had been addressed in the old formal speech of the Tylwyth Teg! He should have realised sooner that this was no ordinary Coblyn guard, because only those from the Gatehouse Tower still used that mode of speech. They were the noble Ellylls, originally distant blood relations to the now extinct royal family clan. It had been many hundreds of years since there was a sovereign over the four clans of the Tylwyth Teg.
“’Twas a long time ago, but Clogfryn was training as an apprentice stonemason when last I saw him,” Lawnslod replied with new curiosity. This unexpected visitor was a pleasant link to his past.
“Yes. It must be the same then, for there’s only one Clogfryn that I know of in the Tower and he currently holds the position of Deputy Head Stonemason, in charge of the tunnelling and repair works. He’s a very sober, sensible and upright Elfin now, though. Funny … I’d always thought of him as quiet and dependable somehow!” Nomis replied grinning, thinking how he would tease his oldest friend when he returned.
Lawnslod looked pleased for his old friend but there was still a lingering doubt in his eyes. “Perchance it is the same Clogfryn, yet he was a high spirited youngster once!” Lawnslod began to smile at the memory of his friend. “Go on, be off with ye both. Thy ‘Patient’ looketh very unwell!”