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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.
"He would have done better to attack at one point only," said Jefan, sitting down on the rampart above the gate. "He might have overwhelmed us so, for he has men enough." His brother laughed. "There is a difference between us in this way," he said, "and it is a great one: there is little fight in his men, and we must needs fight our best. Listen! they are passing some word round."
"Would he not let Sighard the thane come to Fernlea, where his daughter is?" "Truly, if you will. But it is safer for you to come to him. There Jefan will have all care for all of you until he may send you home.
"Mostly the Mercians care little to follow us. There lies our mistake." "Then it may be that Gymbert is after us," said I, "and this has happened because he knows that we are here. He is doing Quendritha's bidding." "Not likely in the least," said Kynan; "it is just a cattle affair. It is my fault for suggesting a raid last evening. I would go, though Jefan had no mind for it." "Wrong, brother.
Jefan heard and turned back, and called to him to stay; but he also was too late. He had but a dozen men with him, while from the opposite side of the camp those who had driven off their foes had joined those who poured out with Kynan. One or two of Jefan's men shouted, and went with them, unheeding the call of their leader to stay.
"Ay," answered I plainly: "I am taking her out of the way of Quendritha and of Gymbert. I have the word of Jefan the prince for our safety." "Get to him," she said at once, "get to him straightway; he is honest. And on my word, if Gymbert is the man you saved her from last night, there is no time to be lost." "He does not know where she has gone." "Did not," she said.
But Jefan bade that man who had shot at him see to him, and that was the punishment for his deed. Men say that when a storm breaks round Dynedor hill fort it is ill to be there, for then he wanders round the gate unquiet and wailing; and so he also is not forgotten, nor the evil which he wrought.
David's nor of Canterbury would heed that here and thus. He rose and went hurriedly, and we two were alone. "We kept the gate," he said. "Ay, we kept it; and all is well." "Jefan is not dead," he said next; "he lay and watched it all. I could see him." Then across my shoulder he saw some one, and smiled.
I think it was about that time that Kynan began to sing some wonderful old Welsh war song, which rang above the clash of weapons and the cries of those who fought. It took hold of me, and I seemed to smite in time to its swinging cadence. Yet he came back very slowly. Jefan went down first.
And I need not tell of that time of preparation, which seemed long to me; but at last we sailed across the still sea from Worle to Caerleon my father, and my cousin, and half a dozen others of our friends for word had gone and come from Jefan by the fishers of the Parrett river, and he would welcome all whom we would bring with us. "Make it as good a wedding as you may," was his word to me.
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