It's a nice day, as usual, and Mordred is in the Orkney garden; an altogether more modest affair than Percy's, but still requiring a good deal of work. He's switched back to the T-shirts, and his black hair is ruffled and damp. On the other hand, he looks more relaxed than he has for the past few weeks.
So, having run the gauntlet of alarming relatives, maudlin ex-lovers and ridiculous friends, Mordred eventually turns up at Cywyllog's door with two oddly-dressed children in tow.