It's hard to imagine how they felt. When the first burst of disbelief and wonder had receded, then how do you live with the return of a son you thought was lost? How do you live with the family who weren't there?
When Patricius had been snatched, he'd been a sheltered sixteen year old boy. His parents had seen him forced terrified, at sword-point, into a coracle; and there was nothing that they could have done to stop it.
For six years, they had had to live with that. They must have wondered where he was, what was happening to him, if he was even alive or dead. Every torture and degradation must have passed in the imagination of his mother and father. Even if he was fine, which they doubted, he was alone, far from home and in great danger. They couldn't reach him to comfort and defend him. Their little boy.
For six years, Patricius had survived a tremendous feat of endurance. Naked, half-starved and terrified for his life, he must have stared towards distant horizons. His mind must have fled in the sanctity of hope, that one day the hillside would be filled with someone, something, a whole army come to rescue him. But it never came. They had no idea where he was; nor did they have the wherewithal to raise such an army.
They would face each other now over the wall of that. Patricius and his parents, his siblings, his friends, his family's retainers and the common people. Those who lived in relative safety and much more comfortable surroundings, while Patricius risked exposure. He was twenty-two now. A grown man, who'd learnt cruelly and with great force that the world sometimes offered no protection at all; and that parents can only do their best, but be rendered helpless all the same.
Only one Being, one entity, had never let Patricius down. It had been God keeping him sane and alive on the mountainside. It had been the voice of God, or one of his angels or saints, who gave him the courage to leave it.
God had brought him home; God and Patricius's own tremendous resourcefulness. But now he was home, now all of his dreams had come true, what then?