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Updated: May 25, 2025
Sycharth The Kindly Welcome Happy Couple Sycharth Recalling the Dead Ode to Sycharth. I WAS now at the northern extremity of the valley near a great house past which the road led in the direction of the north-east. Seeing a man employed in breaking stones I inquired the way to Sychnant.
"You must turn to the left," said he, "before you come to yon great house, follow the path which you will find behind it, and you will soon be in Sychnant." "And to whom does the great house belong?" "To whom? why, to Sir Watkin." "Does he reside there?" "Not often. He has plenty of other houses, but he sometimes comes there to hunt." "What is the place's name?" "Llan Gedwin."
"Often, sir, often; he lived in our place." "He lived in a place called Sycharth?" said I. "Well, sir; and we of the place call it Sycharth as often as Sychnant; nay, oftener." "Is his house standing?" "It is not; but the hill on which it stood is still standing." "Is it a high hill?" "It is not; it is a small, light hill." "A light hill!" said I to myself.
Sycharth!" said the landlady musingly: "I wonder if it is the place we call Sychnant." "Is there such a place?" "Yes, sure; about six miles from here, near Langedwin." "What kind of place is it?" "In truth, sir, I do not know, for I was never there. My cook, however, in the kitchen, knows all about it, for she comes from there." "Can I see her?" "Yes, sure; I will go at once and fetch her."
She then left the room and presently returned with the cook, a short, thick girl with blue staring eyes. "Here she is, sir," said the landlady, "but she has no English." "All the better," said I. "So you come from a place called Sychnant?" said I to the cook in Welsh. "In truth, sir, I do;" said the cook. "Did you ever hear of a gwr boneddig called Owen Glendower?"
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