The real Castle Narberth of Pembrokshire now lies in ruins. It played a significant role in Welsh mythology as the primary seat of power in the tale of Pwyll, Prince of Annwn. The Mound of Narberth also came into play as the portal that led into the Otherworld.
After spending a majority of the past three decades viewing the world through Ciaran’s eyes, the shock upon returning to a place that held such significance for him to find it overgrown, crumbling and neglected required a serious attitude adjustment. I had to sit down with him for an extended heart-to-heart talk on what to make of this unexpected turn of events. Needless to say, he did not take it well. His understandable disorientation tugged at my heart and brought me close to tears.
He immediately concluded that returning to the world of men had been a momentous mistake. Surprised at this, I asked him what he intended to do. “I must go back at once,” he declared. “Are you sure?” I pressed. “Aren’t you at all curious about how things have changed? You aren’t interested in exploring further?” He did not hesitate, but insisted his only option was to find a way back to the Otherworld with all haste. “Why would I want to tarry in a world where everyone I once knew and loved is gone?” he said, his face gaunt with anguish.
I do not know how I could have expected any other response from him. My heart filled with regret. We both decided not to linger any longer for fear of conjuring an army of ghosts.