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"I am preaching very busy now just." "Well-well. Asked I did for you are a clean Cymro bach. As I repeat, only leading lines in speakers shall be there. Come now into the drawing-room and I'll give you an intro to the Missus Enos-Harries. In evening dress she is chik Paris Model. The invoice price was ten-ten." "Wait a bit," Ben remarked. "I would be glad if I could speak."
"I will pay the ransom that is fitting for a prince of Morganwg to pay when his foes have the advantage of him. The honour of the Cymro is concerned." "Ask him his value," said Jago in Saxon, knowing that Mordred did not understand that tongue at all. "Never was so good a chance of selling a man at his own price." Then I could not help a smile, and Mordred waxed furious.
Can I speak Welsh? Why, I am Welsh to the core, Cymro glan gloyw! What are you?" "Oh! Welsh, of course. You can hear that by my talk." "Indeed no," said Cardo. "I did not know anyone at Traeth Berwen could speak English as well as you do." He was longing to find out who his fellow-traveller was.
"Set him in a hut till this affair is ended, and then we will think of what shall be done to him." His passion had blazed up and passed as the fierce rage of the Cymro will. They took the man away, and he turned to us with a word of regret on his lips, and that was cut short by a yell from the rampart, while the gate was swung to and barred hastily.
With that I lifted my voice, and spurred my horse at the same time. "Ho, men of the Cymro!" I cried in Welsh. "Ho! we are beset. Ho, Jefan ap Huwal!" The Welsh stayed in a moment, with a roar and swinging round of weapons.
We set him in a place near the gate which he had kept so well, raising a little mound over him, and Jefan said that it should be a custom with every warrior of the Cymro who entered the camp in the days to come that he should salute him, and that the tale of his deed should be told at the camp fire here from age to age, so long as harp was strung and men should sing of deeds worth minding.
"A Cymro bach I see," the woman cried. "How was you?" "Peeped did I on your name on the sign. Shall I say you are Mistress Jinkins?" "Iss, indeed, man." "What about affairs these close days?" "Busy we are. Why for you ask? Trade you do in milk?" "Blurt did I for nothing," Evan replied. "No odds, little man. Ach y fy, jealous other milkmen are of us. There's nasty some people are."
"Why for you talk like that?" the clothier protested. "No profit can I make on a Cymro. As per invoice is the cost. And a latest style bowler hat I throw in." Peering through Llew's body, Saint David saw that the dealer dealt treacherously, and that the money which he got for the garments was two pounds over that which was proper. Llew walked away whistling.
But knowing how proud all Welshmen are of the fame of their race and country, happily I exclaimed at last, when fear was getting the mastery, "What will be said of this in England, this low cowardice of the Cymro?" Upon that they looked at one another and did their best right gallantly. Now, I need not go into any further sad details of this most sad time, except to say that Dr.
Yet I had to lean heavily on my seax as I cut, and it was no light task, as I stood sidewise that I might not lose sight of Morfed. "I die," he said presently. "There will be none left who may bring back the ancient secrets hither from the land of the Cymro. See, this is an end."
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