[Gansey, perhaps foolishly, takes Whelk's interest in his quest at face value.]

I'm looking for something from Wales.

I chose Henrietta, you know - well, you know I wasn't in your class until this year, at least. [Another laugh, but he's not faking cordiality this time. His expression reflects Whelk's - looking into the dark mirror, or so the expression goes. There's a fire in his eyes now.]

Owain Glendower. Do you know the name?