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Updated: September 30, 2025
Before the simple, impressive service was over she was quite herself again, and when Cardo took her hand in his in a warm clasp, she returned the pressure with a loving smile of confidence and trust, and received the congratulations of Gwynne Ellis and his two friends with a smiling though blushing face.
There were the strains of the militia band throbbing on the quiet evening air, just as they did on that eventful evening; and there was even a grey female figure hurrying before him as before, and Cardo smiled bitterly as he thought how different everything was, in spite of the curious "harking back" of all the small circumstances.
She was sitting on the old red sofa in the little back parlour in an abandonment of grief. "Oh! Cardo, Cardo, it has come! Now in reality it has come!" Cardo drew her towards him. "Cheer up, darling," he said. "You'll be brave for my sake, won't you?" "Yes," she said, trying to check her sobs, "this is the last time I am going to be weak and childish.
Why you not go and stop with him a bit, and bring him back here with you?" Cardo thought the matter over silently, while Shoni whittled a stake for a hay band. "I think I will, Shoni; I feel I must go away from here for a time." "Yes, you so rich there's no need for you to work like you do." "No that's the worst of it," said Cardo; "I feel my hard work is benefiting nobody."
It was very evident the person in question was no favourite of his. Meanwhile Caradoc, or Cardo as he was called all over the country side, the "Vicare du's" only son, had begun his tramp homewards with a light heart and a brisk step. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man, with health and youthful energy expressed in every limb and feature, with jet black hair and sparkling eyes to match.
Come and explain to me how, in the name of all that is wonderful and delightful, I find you here, with your head nestled on my shoulder, instead of being separated from me by wind and wave, as, in the natural course of events, you should have been?" Oh, Cardo, I did feel a big rent in my heart.
Oh! then you will never come back to Traeth Berwen!" "Indeed, indeed I will, Miss Powell you laugh at that well may I say Valmai, then?" "Yes; why not? Everyone is calling me Valmai, even Shoni our servant." "I may venture, then; and will you call me Cardo?" "Yes, indeed; Cardo Wynne.
Meanwhile, Cardo, after a good night's rest, was no whit the worse for his battle with the storm; but he was full of fears lest Valmai's more delicate frame should suffer. He rose with the dawn and made his way over the dewy grass across the valley, and into the field where Essec Powell's cows were just awaking and clumsily rising from their night's sleep under the quiet stars.
"Indeed I will," said Cardo eagerly; "but when will that be? I have been wondering all the evening how it is I have never seen you before." They had now reached the open beach, where the Berwen, after its chequered career, subsided quietly through the sand and pebbles into the sea.
Every Wednesday evening at the prayer-meeting he is praying for the 'Vicare du, and Betto told me last week that the Vicare is praying for my uncle on Tuesday evenings." "Oh, Lord! has it come to that?" said Cardo. "Then I'm afraid we can never hope for peace between them." They both laughed, and the girl's rippling tones mingled musically in Cardo's ears with the gurgle of the Berwen.
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