Eivor left Modron and Tewdwr, traveling 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 pulled up her Mari Lwyd disguise and ventured into the city, reaching its longhouse.
Eivor:Where are you, Cynon? He isn't here. But, someone else may have seen him.
Eivor noticed Brigid, but sighed at having to decipher her accent.
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, removed her horse 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, interrupting them.
Eivor dropped to one knee to speak to Gwenydd at eye level.
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 this pouch...
Eivor watched Gwenydd's magic tricks
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.
(Asked "Modron?")
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?
(Asked "About your father?")
Eivor:And your father, Gwenydd? Where is he?
Gwenydd:Well, it's not to be spoken of, but I was born from the union of my mother with the horned king of the forest, Cernunnos.
(Asked "Brigid?")
Eivor:You're close with Brigid?
Gwenydd:She's like a big sister. But it's not like I'm gonna get to see her much anymore once she leaves with you and Gunnar.
(Asked "Tell me about yourself")
Eivor:How do you spend your days, Gwenydd?
Gwenydd:Collecting dead things for Mama's spells. I have quite a collection: birds, mice, erm... beetles. And I dance, and I can talk to cats.
(Leave – "Back to searching")
Eivor:I should find Cynon.
Eivor went to speak with Brigid again.
Brigid: (unintelligible) (Please go get Tewdwr fast. My wedding depends on his rescue.)
Eivor left the longhouse 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.
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 and thought to herself about what she learned.
Eivor:The key is held by someone named Geva. I must find her.
Eivor looked around the plaza and found another person in a mask.
Eivor:Have you seen Cynon?
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:Hey, it's the Mari Lwyd! Rhyme with me, Mari Lwyd.
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 left.
Eivor:Sorry, friend, I have other matters to attend to.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:You're no friendly spirit at all!
Eivor left.
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 walked off.
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 serving the man mead
Eivor went to the man and talked with him while pouring 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 left.
Eivor:If I break the glass window, I can get into the church.
Eivor investigated and talked to a woman sitting on the stone floor of the plaza.
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.
On one of the barrels in the square, Eivor found a note written by Cynon.
Letter from Cynon
Dear People of Glowecestrescire.
It warms my heart that so many have reached out to me in fear for my mortal soul. But, I do not go to the Wicker Man lightly. He has spoken, giving us drought and blight in His dissatisfaction of my rule.
What kind of Harvest King would I be if I shirked my duties?
I will be present for an evening prayer for those worried about the state of my soul. We can join our voices in thanks to Him for all of His blessings in these past decades.
Ealdorman Cynon
Eivor speaking to another organiser, who notified her of a crate delivery
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:Geva is waiting for this delivery to the church, that's my way in.
In the graveyard of St. Kenhelm's church, Eivor found Geva, standing drowsily amidst the graves and yawning through her words.
Geva:Righ', gotta keep my eyes peeled for that crate delivery. O no, I shouldn't have had that tea.
Eivor spoke to the woman.
Eivor:Are you Geva? I need to entry to the church. I have important business with Cynon.
Geva:Hmm. I'm not supposed to let anyone in, spirit. I'm sorry, but everyone is counting on me to do a good job of keeping Cynon undisturbed.
Eivor carrying the crate to the graveyard
Carrying the crate and wearing the Mari Lywd costume made Eivor completely inconspicuous. She passed the guards on the church grounds with ease and made her way to Geva with the crate in hand.
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 easily pickpocketed the key from her with her free hand, or waited for Geva to unlock it herself. She then opened the church door and slipped in with no one the wiser.
Eivor relied on the disguise and tall grass to remain inconspicuous to the guards. She made towards Geva and pickpocketed the key from her, gaining a point of entry into the church, though she still had the patrolling guards to contend with.
Skipping Geva entirely, Eivor found a stained glass window above the apse of the church and shattered it, creating an opening large enough for her to slip inside the church.
Eivor made her way into the church's nave, though not completely without noise.
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 kneeling in prayer.
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 confronts Cynon at St. Kelhelm's Church
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 you 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 put all the pieces of the plan together.
Eivor:Your grand scheme has collapsed into sand at every step, Cynon.
Cynon:I know. I never should have trusted Gwilim and his merry band of fuckwits to kill one man!
Eivor put all the pieces of the plan together.
Eivor put all the pieces of the plan together.
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?
Cynon:I always desired Modron, so when she asked me to take the part in a fertility ritual, of course I agreed. Our union conceived not only Gwenydd, but a united Glowecestrescire. One that Tewdwr would stamp out.
Eivor:This is where you failed, Cynon. Tewdwr is a changed man. He straddles the same line as you.
Cynon:Tewdwr? The boy has the head of a mule. You taught him reason?
Eivor:Not just I, the kindness of bandits and strange Britons. He embraces Christ and Cernunnos alike.
Cynon:Shit. Prophecy is a strange web, is it not? Tewdwr's reformation just needed a kidnapping and a dedicated Dane.
Learning this, Cynon decided to help Eivor untangle Modron's web of lies.
Cynon:Eivor. Modron would have taken Tewdwr to her forest temple. If you make haste, you might be able to stay her blade. I have much to attend to here, otherwise I'd lead you myself. Go now, unless you plan on killing me first?
Eivor:You should not have fucked with me, Cynon.
Eivor brandished her axe and then grabbed Cynon's neck, holding her weapon to his throat. Eivor slit it open, killing him for his transgressions.
Eivor sparing Cynon, allowing him to fulfill his self-sacrifice
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.
With the truth revealed, the state of distrust was lifted on Glowecestre. Eivor raced into the Aelfwood to the west 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.
It is possible to skip most of this memory's dialogue by simply breaking the stained glass window above the apse of the church—as indicated by the one man whose tongue is loosened with drink—and going straight to confront Cynon. Combined with fast traveling to the viewpoint above St. Kenhelm's Church from Modron's shrine in the previous memory and button-mashing through the dialogue with Cynon, it is possible to complete this memory from start to finish in less than a minute, making it the single fastest memory in the entire game.