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The sands are number'd, that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end. When Raymond Berenger had despatched his mission to the Prince of Powys, he was not unsuspicious, though altogether fearless, of the result.
He became, in consequence of it, convinced, as, indeed, he could not otherwise be, of the truth of what I had asserted, and he declared at the same time that, if this were true, there was nothing so horrible related of this trade, which might not immediately be believed. Mr. Powys had been always friendly to this question, but now he took a part in the distribution of my books.
Griffith ap Gwenwynwyn was restored to upper Powys; the sons of Griffith of Bromfield cast off their allegiance to Llewelyn and were received back as direct vassals of the king. A Tony was once more ruling in Elvael, a Gifford in Llandovery, and a Bohun in Brecon. Rhys ap Meredith yielded up Dynevor, and was content to be recognised as lord of the humbler stronghold of Drysllwyn.
He conquered Cardigan with equal ease, and prudently granted out his acquisition to the local chieftain Meredith ap Owen. Nor were Edward's lands alone exposed to his assaults. In central Wales Roger Mortimer was stripped of his marches on the upper Wye, and Griffith ap Gwenwynwyn, the lord of upper Powys, driven from the regions of the upper Severn.
"Good heaven!" The exclamation came from Adela. "Oh, Lady Gosstre! I fear to tell you what I think she has done." The scene of the rival Clubs was hurriedly related, together with the preposterous pledge given by Emilia, that she would sing at the Ipley Booth: "Among those dreadful men!" "They will treat her respectfully," said Mr. Powys.
One day, however, she said, "What is it you take to in Merthyr Powys?" and this brought on plain speaking. Emilia could give no reason; and it is a peculiarity of people who ask such questions that they think a want of directness in the answer suspicious. Lady Charlotte said gravely, "Come, come!" "What do you mean?" asked Emilia. "I like so many things in him."
"Ha!" murmured Gryffyth, "and Hope the earth! Bard, answer the son of Llewellyn. Oft in my halls hast thou sung the praise of the men that have been. In the halls of the race to come, will bards yet unborn sweep their harps to the deeds of thy King? Shall they tell of the day of Torques, by Llyn-Afangc, when the princes of Powys fled from his sword as the clouds from the blast of the wind?
Powys was mentioned, with the remark that he would spare his beasts if he could.
"They seem to be as violent as the women who tore up Orpheus," said Lady Gosstre. Tracy Runningbrook shrieked, in a paroxysm, "Splendid!" from his couch on the sward, and immediately ran off with the idea, bodily. "Have I stumbled anywhere?" Lady Gosstre leaned to Mr. Powys. He replied with a satiric sententiousness that told Lady Gosstre what she wanted to know.
"You had my promise that I would write and give your conscience a nightcap. I have a splendid one for you. Put it on without any hesitation. I find her quite comfortable. Powys reads Italian with her in the morning. The effect is comical. I should like you to see Cold Steel leading Tame Fire about, and imagining the taming to be her work! You deserve well of your generation.
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