Eivor traveled to Glowecestre to find Cynon.
- Eivor: I must find Cynon before I am spotted. The longhouse is a good place to start. Festivities haven't started yet. There is still time to search for Cynon.
Eivor ventured into the city and then its longhouse.
- Eivor: Where are you, Cynon? He isn't here. But, someone else may have seen him.
Eivor noticed Brigid.
- Eivor: Brigid is here. I shall polish my ears in hopes that a word of clarity will slip through them.
Eivor spoke with Brigid.
- Brigid: (unintelligible) (Eivor, finally you have returned.)
Eivor looked around furtively, and seeing no one about, took off her Mari Lwyd mask to talk to Brigid.
- Eivor: Brigid, it is good to see you.
- Brigid: (unintelligible) Eivor! What has becomme of Tewdwr? Did you find his body?
- Eivor: Ah, thank you.
- Eivor: I have found Tewdwr alive, and safe. I need to speak with Cyn−
Gwenydd came running in to talk with Brigid.
- Gwenydd: Brigid! I found an abandoned bird's nest in the rafters. I'm going to take home to Mother.
- Brigid: (unintelligible) (If you leave it, then the babies will come back and lay their own eggs there, Gwen.)
- Gwenydd: It's you again. The Samhain Butcher!
- Eivor: The Samhain Butcher? Never mind. Gwenydd. I'm looking for Cynon. Have you seen him?
- Gwenydd: He's busy with the festival and shooed me away to Brigid. Would you like to see some magic I've been practicing?
- Eivor: Can you show me to Cynon if I say yes?
- Gwenydd: Just one trick and then I can show you around. Um, okay, so reach into the pouch.
Eivor reached into the pouch and then time passed as Eivor stuck around to see Gwenydd's magic.
- Gwenydd: And the number of stones you're holding is ... three!
- Eivor: Wonderful magic, Gwen. But now I really need to find Cynon.
- Brigid: (unintelligible) (Festival time!)
- Gwenydd: Come on, let's go find him!
Eivor and Gwenydd went to go find Cynon.
- Gwenydd: There are the church ladies. They don't like the festival, but mama says they come anyway to cluck-cluck like hens. Do you want to see another trick? I can pull an acorn from your ear!
- Eivor: I need to find Cynon. It is important.
- Gwenydd: Your loss, Butcher.
- Eivor: It's Eivor.
Eivor spoke to Gwenydd again.
- Eivor: I would know more about you, Gwenydd. You're certainly an odd little bird.
- Gwenydd: Mother says there'll be no one like me in the whole of creation. From the dawn to dust to the end of sorrows.
- Eivor: Your mother trusts you? Lets you run about on your own?
- Gwenydd: She spends the holiday blessing hermits and old rocks. What fun is that?
Eivor went to speak with Brigid again.
- Brigid: (unintelligible) (Please go get Tewdwr fast. My wedding depends on his rescue.)
Eivor went to outside to meet with festival planners and caught sight a woman wearing a mask.
- Eivor: Why is that woman wearing a striped mask?
- Gwenydd: That's a badger! All the festival ladies in charge wear one.
Eivor spoke to one of the ladies.
- Eivor: Have you seen Ealdorman Cynon?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 1: O! That unholy visage startled me. It's past sundown, so Cynon has retired to the church for prayer.
- Eivor: I have business with him.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 1: Even if you have business with him, it will have to wait until the morning. Locked 'imself in, only Geva has the key.
- Eivor: Would Geva let me in?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 1: She's been instructed not to. Not that I can see her following a task so simple. Girl'd forget her own head if it weren't attached.
- Eivor: Thank you for your help. I will speak with Cynon tomorrow.
Eivor left the lady.
- Eivor: The key is held by someone named Geva. I must find her.
Eivor looked around and found another person in a mask.
- Eivor: Have you seen Cynon?
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: Hey, it's the Mari Lywd! Rhyme with me, Mari Lywd.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: On Samhain night, all out to flyt, some to fight... O, I've messed up the rhyme!
- Eivor: The man tries to write with all his might.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: Ha! Didn't take much to outwit me. You're really good, good enough for a reward.
- Eivor: Many thanks, enjoy the festival!
- Eivor: Sorry, friend, I have other matters to attend to.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: You're no friendly spirit at all!
Eivor went and found a man near barrels of mead.
- Eivor: I am looking for Glowecestre's ealdorman.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: Well, the one who still draws breath is in the church.
- Eivor: How do I get in?
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: You're not supposed to get in. No reason to enter that dump anyway. Fuck, you'd have to get me very drunk to show you inside.
The man left.
- Eivor: Sounds like some ale will loosen his tongue.
Meanwhile, Eivor overheard the commotion from the festival go-ers.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 2: I've been praying to God and St. Kenhelm alike for poor Tewdwr's soul.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 3: The whole thing's been eating away at Cynon. Have you seen how gray and drawn he's been?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 2: Should go and comfort him. All he's got to keep him company are his thoughts, and that daft girl, Geva.
Eivor went to the man, talked with him, and poured him drinks.
- Eivor: You harbor a personal grudge against the Church?
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: I hate this town more than I hate the building, or Lord forbid, God himself. Damn kids here keep ruining my offerings in His glory.
- Eivor: Offerings?
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: Windows! Do you know the work, the artistry that goes into making a sheet of glass into a martyr?
- Eivor: The pretty glass pictures? They do break easily.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: Yes, they do! Moons of painstaking works! Shattered by one foul stone sent by pagan ruffians.
- Eivor: I am very sorry for the loss of your work. I must get going.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: Wait! Wait! One last drink before you go. A toast ... to Ealdorman Cynon ... or a toast to Samhain. One to the Mari Lywd. One to ... to ... glass.
- Eivor: If I break the glass window, I can get into the church.
Eivor investigated and talked to a woman on the floor.
- Eivor: Have you seen Cynon?
The woman laughed.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 4: He's gonna be in the wicker man.
Eivor left and found a man by a shop.
- Eivor: Cynon?
- Anglo-Saxon Man 3: For you, love, I could be.
Eivor probed the festival and spoke with a man dancing.
- Eivor: Where's Cynon?
- Anglo-Saxon Man 4: Mari Lwyd! Come dance with me.
Eivor left and found another woman by a cart.
- Eivor: Have you seen Cynon?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 5: The Mari Lywd! O goodness, you are so frightening. What are you doing after the festival?
- Eivor: I'm looking for Cynon.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 5: Right! Right. Yes. He's in the church. Actually, if you're headed that way, this crate needs to be delivered to him. Just tell Geva I sent you.
- Eivor: Of course. What does Geva look like?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman 5: Badger mask, same as me. Should come running when she sees you. Best of luck, and Happy Samhain!
- Eivor may have left with the crate.
- Eivor: Geva is waiting for this delivery to the church, that's my way in.
Eivor walked with the crate towards a woman in the church's graveyard.
- Geva: Righ', gotta keep my eyes peeled for that crate delivery. O no, I shouldn't have had that tea.
Geva saw Eivor carrying the crate.
- Geva: Ah! The crate! Yes, yes, come this way. Good you come by, Sarah was supposed to drop it off ages ago.
Eivor followed Geva and stole the key from her. Eivor entered the church.
- Cynon: What was that noise? Saint Kelhelm, my boy, if you've any mercy to spare, grant it to this old sinner.
Eivor heard Cynon behind a gated shrine.
- Eivor: Cynon is inside. I must find a way to get in.
Eivor broke through and confronted Cynon, who was praying on his knees.
- Eivor: There you are, snake-tongue.
- Cynon: Eivor! Have you ... have you been enjoying the festivities?
- Eivor: We are done with this shadow play. Tewdwr is safe, and I know of your plan to sacrifice him in your stead.
- Cynon: You think I mean to escape the flames? I go to the wicker man gladly. But I will not leave Glowecestre in the hands of the Christian zealot.
- Eivor: Then what? Leave your people without a leader and an angry Church ready with holy fire?
- Cynon: They won't be without a leader. Modron will sit upon the horned throne.
- Eivor: Are you telling that Modron lied?
- Cynon: Ha! We've turned in circles like a dog, haven't we? Modron was the architect of Tewdwr's murder, Eivor.
- Eivor: All to take control of Glowecestrescire for herself? It would be a hard grasp to hold, surrounded by Christians on all sides.
- Cynon: There was no other way. She had a vision, Tewdwr framed by flames, and burning ... everything we created together.
- Eivor: Everything..? You and Modron. Then ... Gwenydd?
- Cynon: A man must get his house in order before his death. Feather his nest for his children.
- Eivor: Then make peace with your God, Briton. For shitting on my name and drugging me is an offense I kill for.
- Cynon: I'm to be dead within the wicker man by Samhain's end. I beg you, let me die for my people!
- Eivor: You and the witch, this was your plan? To make me dance your merry tune. So you could build a legacy for your daughter?
- Eivor: You should not have fucked with me, Cynon.
- Eivor: You are already a dead man. I will not make your people suffer for your actions.
- Cynon: Thank you, Eivor. Your mercy will be rewarded, I'm sure.
Eivor left to stop Modron.
Eivor discovered where Cynon hid and confronted him. Eivor learned that Gwenydd is his and Modron's daughter and that Modron orchestrated this plot. After deciding Cynon's fate, Eivor left to stop Modron.