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And Madawc took counsel with the men of Powys, and they determined to place an hundred men in each of the three Commots of Powys to seek for him. And thus did they in the plains of Powys from Aber Ceirawc, and in Allictwn Ver, and in Rhyd Wilure, on the Vyrnwy, the three best Commots of Powys. So he was none the better, he nor his household, in Powys, nor in the plains thereof.
I asked the name of the river: "The Teivi, sir: the Teivi." "The name of the bridge?" "Pony y Rhyd Fendigaid the Bridge of the Blessed Ford, sir." I crossed the Bridge of the Blessed Ford, and presently leaving the main road, I turned to the east by a dung-hill, up a narrow lane parallel with the river.
From him I learned that he was a farmer of the neighbourhood, that the horse tied before the door belonged to him, that the present times were very bad for the producers of grain, with very slight likelihood of improvement; that the place at which we were was called Rhyd y fen, or the ford across the fen; that it was just half way between Festiniog and Bala, that the clergyman of the parish was called Mr Pughe, a good kind of man, but very purblind in a spiritual sense; and finally that there was no safe religion in the world, save that of the Calvinistic- Methodists, to which my companion belonged.
I passed over Pont y Rhanedd or the bridge of the Rhanedd, a small river flowing through a dale, then by Clas Hywel, a lofty mountain which appeared to have three heads. After walking for some miles I came to where the road divided into two. By a sign-post I saw that both led to Llandovery, one by Porth y Rhyd and the other by Llanwrda.
MYSELF. Oh, you could not make yourself a hat even if you had the skin. FARMER. Why not? Shot coney in Bunk Pen Banedd; made myself cap of his skin. So why not make hat of skin of broadtail, should I catch him in Teivi? MYSELF. How far is it to Tregaron? FARMER. -'Tis ten miles from here, and eight from the Rhyd Fendigaid. MYSELF. Must I go back to Rhyd Fendigaid to get to Tregaron?
Having finished my ale I paid for it, and leaving the Calvinistic farmer still smoking, I departed from Rhyd y fen. On I went along the valley, the enormous hill on my right, a moel of about half its height on my left, and a tall hill bounding the prospect in the east, the direction in which I was going. After a little time, meeting two women, I asked them the name of the mountain to the south.
FARMER. You must. MYSELF. Then I must be going, for the night is coming down. Farewell! FARMER. Farvel, Saxon gentleman! IT was dusk by the time I had regained the high-road by the village of the Rhyd Fendigaid. As I was yet eight miles from Tregaron, the place where I intended to pass the night, I put on my best pace.
"I had three, but they are dead too, and buried with my husband at the monastery." "Where is the monastery?" "A good way farther on, at the strath beyond Rhyd Fendigaid." "What is the name of the little river by the house?" "Why is it called Avon Marchnad?" "Truly, gentleman, I cannot tell you."
I went on sipping my ale and finding fault with its bitterness till I had finished it, when getting up I gave the old lady her groat, bade her farewell, and departed. Pont y Rhyd Fendigaid Strata Florida The Yew-Tree Idolatry The Teivi The Llostlydan. AND now for the resting-place of Dafydd Ab Gwilym!
I had come, to the best of my computation, about four miles from the Rhyd Fendigaid when the moon began partly to show itself, and presently by its glimmer I saw some little way off on my right hand what appeared to be a large sheet of water.
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