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NATIONAL EISTEDDVOD PRIZE STORY. FOR FREEDOM, OR Owen Glendower's Re- bellion. BY T. EVAN JACOB. (Author of The Life and Times of Bislwp Morgan, &.C., SYXOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. CHAPTER I -L.un BERTHA'S Vow AND SONG. —One autumn afteraccm towards the closo of the 14th cemury n, pair of lovers waited along the banks of the Dovev. Lady Jbertaa, sole surviving child and heiress of Earl Cerdic, and a lady oi sur- passing beautv, had for her companion Harry iPrys, son anci ieir of Sir Thomas Prys, of Plas Coch, in Montgomeryshire. Bertha, thongh the daughter of a Saxon noble, had inherited through her mother a passionate attachment for \» ales and the Welsh, and deplores tlie enslaved condi- Hot of the Kymry. Ha.rry, though himself a Welshman, had given his country's cause but little thought until h:s patriotism was hred by Bertha's burning words. Under the inspira- tion of her enthusiasm he pledges his sword to the task of freeing Kymru from the axon yoke, a decision which is only strengthened when his lady love sir.'»s for him a song especially composed for the occasion, and in which she declared Her patriot heart had vowed that she Would only wed in Kymru free. CHAPTSB II. SCENES AT GLYNDWFRDWY.—The scene changes to Glyndwfrdwy, the stronghold of the WelshVnieftam. The quarrel between Owen Glendower and Lord Grey of R.uthm as to Hie lordship of Croesau is recited. Owen returns from a worss than useless journey to Loudon, where his appaal for justice had been met with insult, and be had been loaded with contumely for his nationality. His wife n-es him So yield the land to Lord Grey, while daughter Katrine charges him to tightmanfuliy lor his rights. While the discussion is still pro- seed in1* a messenger arrives with the news that Lord (xrey is marching with a strong torce to attack him. Glendower escapes with a couple of attendants and aeeks safety in a hasty flight. Lord Grey on arriving at the castle finds none out the ladies with a few ordinary attendants. After a sharp passage of arms between the Norman toble and the Kymnc maiden, Lord Grey, fearing Glendower might be stealing a march upon him, beats a hasty retreat to strengthen the defences of Ruthin Castle. CHAPTER III.—THE PIIGRIMS OF COMMERCE. On the morrow a great fair would be held at Ruthin. People who came from afar to this Catherine found it convenient to arrive the day oefure at some place, where their commodities trd stock would be safe for the night, and whence it would be easy to walk or ride in the morning to the place where they intended to offer for sale those commodities and that stock. Hospitality being a distinguishing trait of the Kymric j character, the of commerce found ready and cordial welcome wherever they sought for it. Nobles and peasants vied with each other in looking after their visitors' comfort. And if the rich would on these occasions provide more Sumptuous repasts for their guests than were within the reach of tne poor, they could not exceed the warmth and cordiality of the reception which the latter everywhere accorded to those who did not disdain (and what man worthy the Ban* could disdain ?) » bowl of porridge and a "rust of bread seasoned with a warm heart s anfsigned welcome. The times being dangerous, and the rights of property even between Welshman and Welshman being but feebly regarded, while between Saxon and Welshman they were practically ignored altogether, it follows that the pilgrims of com- merce made for such halting-places as offered, from their situation, the beet protection for them- selves and their property. Such places would naturally be found on the heights and the moun- tain fastnesses of the country. Brynkyff was such a halting-p3aee. It was situated about midway between Llanrwst and Ruthin, a situation which rendered it convenient for the farmers and dealers of Caraarvonshire and the Isle of Anglesey. It was so placed at the top of a gorge that the traveller could not suspect its presence until he saw the buildings. The house was a square, one storey high the walls were made of clay; it was thatched with straw. Holes in the wall served for winds, which in fine weather were open to the breeze and the sunshine in cold and stormy weather they were stuffed with straw, which rendered the place as dark KS a cavern. The chimney was a huge pyramid of wattles covered with clay it tapered from the top. widening as it descended at the bottom it embraced the area of what, in those times, would be considered a very large room. Underneath this pyramid, on the bare floor, the fire was kindled. Here of a winter evening bards and harpists and raconteurs reigned supreme. The owner of this palace (smile not, gentle reader !) was Gryffudd ap Dafydd, who was ■perhaps the scion of some royal tribe, as he certainly was a Welsh gentleman of considorable wealth and influence. He was a friend and admirer of Sir Owen Vaughan, and exceedingly obnoxious to Lord Grey, because in the war of robbery and pillage which had for years been waging between Grey and his retainers on the one hand, and Gryffudd and his retainers on the other, the balance, up to date, was in the latter's favour. Wales had often produced patriots abler and more capable than Gryffudd ap Dafydd, cf BrynkyrF, but more genuine, loyal, and dis- interested, never. His leading characteristic was an unappeasable hatred of all Saxons, and everything Saxon. And this unappeasable hatred was balanced by a boundless love of all Kymry and everything Kymric. At Brynkyff old Kymric customs, which had, for the most part, grown obsolete in the palaces of gentlemen of Gryffudd's rank, were observed with that tenacious conservatism which is an insepar- able part of the Kymric character, and which is the essence of the Kymric spirit. Crowds of people and droves of cattle had already arrived, and people and cattle were still pouring in in crowds and droves. Handicrafts- men and small manufacturers trudged up or down the hills to Brynkyff, where all were wel- come. Enclosed spaces on the table-land were assigned to the cattle. The manufactures were safely deposited in an outbuilding. The people enjoyed the freedom of the house. They could go in and our, when they pleased, and call for food and drink as if they were at hurne. All appeared happy, none happier than the hospitable gentle- man who dispensed his hospitality with such a lavish hand. In the afternoon there arrived two very re- markable persons, who, like the others, were bound for Ruthin Fair. One of them was a powerfully- built thick-set man, with thick clustering ringlets his jet-black hair reaching down to his shoulders of bonnet stuck waggishly on one side of his head his faced eovered with jet-black hair, covered to such an extent that nothing of it was visible save the forehead, the nose which bore the marks of hand-to-hand conflicts, and two catlike blue eyes which, from under a beetling crag of black eye- brows, glanced at everything that came anywhere within their visual angle. His dress was that of a gentleman. On his sandals a silver buckle by his side dangled a dagger. This man was the celebrated Rhys Ddu. Where he lived, nobody could tell, and few would dare to ask Rhys a question on that subject. But he was a cattle dealer well-known to every landlord and farmer, Kymric and Saxon, both in Wales and in the borders. It was suspected that Rhys came by his enormous number of horses and other cattle in a less honest way than he got rid of them. However mysterious his method of pro- curing cattle, there was no doubt that he was immensely rich and, though his dwelling-plaoe was unknown, it wao a fact that Rhys was a Kvmro of the Kymry. The other man was of a tall, commanding stature, reputed to be the best are her of his generation, and the only layman in the British Islands who clean shaved his face. His hair also was (,11t short. The slightly aquiline nose, the half-poutingclosely-pressedlips, tbeknittedbrows, and the disdainful expression of the face, afford to the reader an adequate picture of this taci- turn, scheming, unscrupulous man—a picture of an ancient Roman walking in the flesh on the lcountains of Arfon in the fourteenth century. Such was Howel Sele; a man of undoubted capacity and talents, of wealth and influence, but of an envious disposition, disdaining any place but the first, blinded by selfishness and vanity to the superior genius of others; he may come to griff in these throne-shaking times. Gryffudd ap Dafydd personally greeted these two remarkable men, and took them into what was perhaps the only apartment in the house of which the privacy had not been invaded by the crowds of guests. While these gentlemen were partaking of refreshments a servant of Gryffudd's announced the arrival of a messenger from Lord Grey. The servant was ordered to bring in the messenger, who delivered a letter from his master to th" master of Brynkyff, who, after perusing the letter, bade the messenger wait and enjoy him- self ■< aere and how he pleased. He (Gryffudd ap Dafydd) would write his reply to Lord Grey. The quarrel between Grytfudd and Lord Grey, »= has been already related, was of long standing. Wrongs had, doubtless, been suffered, and injuries committed by both mrties. Now Lord Grey complained that Grytfudd, or Gryffudd's men, had quite recently, a day or two ago in fact, walked or ridden off with a eoupte of horses rom Ruthin Park. His lordship despatched this messenger to demand restitution, and to I threaten Gryffudd, in case of non-compliance on his part, with all the power of fire and sword which was at his lordship's command. It was to this- letter that Gryffudd sat down there and then to compose a suitable reply. While the master of Brynkyff and his two principal guests were thus engaged, the noise of a. great commotion reached their ears. Rhys Ddu hurried out to inquire into the cause thereof. He soon discovered that the whatever it was, had been kindled by the bards, who were even then delivering their wild raphsodies among the people. On a closer examination he found that the matters, which tipped the poets' tongues with fire, were Grey's treachery and Sir Owen Vaughan's alleged treason, which consisted of the fact that the latter had neglected to obey the King's summons, which commanded him te repair, with his armed retainers, to Chester by a certain day and assist the King in his Scottish expedition. Now, this summons was given to Lord Grey to deliver to Sir Owen, but the former, coveting his neighbour's lands, de- layed the delivery until obedience on the part of the latter was no longer possible- As a matter of fact, Lord Grey was the traitor;. but treason, like other crimes, is often shifted from the guilty to the innocent, who are made to suffer for that which they never committed, nor ever dreamed of committing. Rhys Ddu was delighted what he heard, and shouted at the top of his voice the one word, Pendragon, the effect of which on those who heard it was electric. Amidst the cheering and enthusiasm which followed, he returned to the palace and told Gryffudd and Hywel tho news which heard. The effect of the communi- eation on the one was very different to what it was on the other. Gryffydd, having finished his letter, read its contents to his two friends. In it he denied that it was his intention to bum and kill men and horses belonging to any of the King's liegemen, or that he and his were such fools as to commit high treason ho reproached his lordship for trusting to false messengers, and twitted him with his confession "that thy men stole our horses out of our own park, and thou received them. We hope," added the master of Brynkyff ironically, that thou and thine shall have that ye have deserved." The rhyming genius of his country caught the spirit of the writer as he com- posed the concluding lines of this remarkable letter. We hope," he said, We shall do thee ayrivv thing. A rope, a ladder, and a ring, v High on gallows for to hing, And this shall be your ending: And He that made thee be there to helping; And we, on our behalf, shall be well willing, For this letter is knowledging." "Capital. Gryffudd," said Rhys Ddu. "By Mary and Beuno, Gryff, thou'rt become a poet." "Words and ink and paper wasted," was all the comment that the taciturn Hywel made on his friend's composition. The letter having been sealed, and delivered into the hands of Lord Grey's messenger, Gryffudd orders his eldest son Rhodri to be sent for. In the meanwhile he and his two friends, over a horn of mead, discuss the situation. I rejoice a.t the prospect of a fray," said Rhys Ddu. In which you are likely to make your profit," observed Hywel. And you no loss," retorted that gentleman. It is an opportunity," said the master of Brynkyff, such as we have not had for a hun- dred years, and may not have the like of it for another hundred." What ?' asked Hywel. To drive off the Saxons," answered Gryffudd, from the face of this land, and to preserve this corner of the world for the Welsh language, for the Welsh language only." Mary's blessing on thy heart, Gyto!" ex- claimed the cattle-dealer, "I hope I shall have the pleasure of silencing a few Saxon tongues." And." said Hywel sneering, "of drive away a few Saxon beeves." "I am ready for either part," answered Rbys, as I am prepared, in this contest, for death or victory." Bravo, Rhys exclaimed Gryffudd. At this point Gryffudd's son enters in obedience to orders. Rhodri, my lad," said the father to this sturdy man of thirty, "Rhodri, my lad, go and order my tenants to repair, armed, to Brynkyff this evening. Take some of those bards with you offer, and give, them on their return any amount of beer, wine, and mead. They will do their work well, for, lazy, good-for-nothings though they be, they are unrivalled in the art of mustering troops. Away, lad, and God speed thee Rhodri promptly vanished. Friend Gryffudd," said Hywel, "be not rash." I am not rash," returned Ap Dafydd, I am at all times ready to fight the Saxons. That's what I was born for." Meddle not in the affairs of others," retorted the oracle. To defend a Kymro against Saxon villains is every Kymro's affair," said Gryffudd. "You will only spread the contest, which might be localised, observed HyweL "The very thing I want to do," returned Gryffudd. "Fight for Glyndwfrdwy Proud of the honour." Take the rod out of Grey's hands, to put it into Owen's!" Happy, if I can accomplish the change." "You will regret it." "Nor yon nor I can tell," You'll find Glyndwfrdwy a greater oppressor than Grey." "He'll be a Kymro." A scurvy lawyer. I hate the whole tribe." Hate whom and what you please. But do not slander Glyndwfrdwy in my hearing. I owe him allegiance, to which, please God and Mary, I shall be true." Why," asked Rhys Ddu, "should one Kymro slander another, when the country is overrun with Saxon rogues and robbers, lawyers and liars ? If anybody's tongue is laden with venom, let him spit it in the eyes of these cursed aliens. If any- body has a sure bow, Jet him fill up the measure of patriotic iniquity by sending an arrow into their hearts, which are blacker than sin and more hateful than hell. Now's the time for union and forbearance." "Thou speakesfc well and wisely, Rhys," observed the host, "now is the time, seeing that we are likely to have a leader such as Kymru never had before." "In whose cause," said Hywel, "I would not spend one aspen arrow." And I would my life readily," said Ap Dafydd. "Under whom could you serve ?" asked Rhys, gazing at Hywol with those catlike eyes of his. "Under no living Kymro," was the emphatic answer. Be thou our leader, then," said Rhys, still fixing his gaze on Hywel, we'll follow you loyally, so but you lead us straight to the enemy." There is no need of fighting a.t all," returned the great archer. I tell thee what," said Rhys, whose fixed gaze was making the object on which it was fixed feel uncomfortable, I tell thee what, Hywel Sele, thou was sent into the world on purpose to show that the Kymry are Kymry stilL" What dost thou mean, man V asked Hywel excitedly. Hast ever seen egg without meat!" answered he of the catlike eyes, rain that didn't wet ? fire that didn't burn ? sea water that wasn't brackish ?" What of that J" asked the archer in astonish- ment. Hast ever seen or heard of Kymru without a Hywel Sele in it?" answered Rhys raising his voice. Must I endure this?" exclaimed Hywel indig- nantly. Without a traitor in it ?" said Rhys, as though he were pushing the words syllable by syllable, and slowly, and with an apparently great effort, through his teeth. The tone of his voice and the manner of his utterance were expressive of immeasureable disdain. God and Mary and Beuno curse me!" cried the exasperated Hywel, "if I submit to such slanders from such a man." And he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Come on," cned Rhys drawing a dagger from its scabbard, Come on he said, not shrinking from the unequal contest. At this moment Sir Owen Vaughan entered, after a long and weary ride ovar the mountains which separated Glyndwfrdwy from Brynkyff. "Friends he said quietly, when he saw what was performing, those are dangerous weapons to play with, and I trust that you are not engaged in nothing mere serious." "Sheath your swords, gentlemen," cried Gryffudd. I adjure you not to violate the laws of hospitality, that which no Kymro ever did." This appeal was instantly responded to, and the two combatants resumed their seats, Hywel scowling as was his habit, and Rbys displaying a most unusual kind and degree of animcsity-mosil unusual with that merry, buoyant character. Order having been restored it required but few words from Gryffudd ap Dafydd to supplement what Glyndwfrdwy already knew, and a sentence from the former in explanation of what was hitherto dark to the former, beiore the party was enabled to take in the entire situation. Sir Owen referred to the difficulty which a Kymro, if he was possessed of anything worth robbing, had in living peacefully among his own people, which difficulty was confidently assigned by Rhys Ddu to the existence of those damned Saxon spies who swarmed in the land. Traitor exclaimed Sir Owen sadly, why, treason is abhorrent to my mind." "I would be one now," said the master of Brynkyff, a real, live traitor." "I am one already," said Rhys Dda. "And hast been for many years," added Hywel. "Hywel," exclaimed Rhys, "I thank thee for giving me that title of honour." "Come, come," said Sir Owen, do not let us quarrel here. I am exceedingly glad to meet my friend Hywel after so many years. Give me your hand, Sele." "Never gave it to a lawyer," was the curt return of that gentleman. Give it to a homeless wanderer, then," said Sir Owen. To a persecuted patriot," added Gryffudd. Persecuted by those infernal Saxons," cried Rhys. "Rather," said Hywel, rising. I will retire lest Glyndwfrdwy's cunning tongue draw me also into treason." You wrong me, friend Hywel, by that obser- vation," said the Knight, U I neither am, and I do not intend to be, a traitor. Pray, friend Hywel, do not regard your own fancies as facts." "I hope that my fancies may never become facts," said Sele, who, bestowing an awkward look on Rhys Ddu, left the room, and departed from Brynkyff. "Had I my will," muttered Rhys, "thou would'st never live to see that very likely event." "Have a c*re of that wild tongue of thine, Rhys," said Sir Owen, else it will lead tbee into mischief." If often has. Sir Owes," returned BhJs. c If out of which, however, I have generally been able to rescue myself, either by it, or by this —here he drew his dagger—" both of which are at your service." "Poor Hywel! said Sir Owen pensively," he and I were rivals for the hand of the lady who is now my wife. He has never forgiven me my triumph. Knowing as I do what he lost by my success, I am not disposed to quarrel with him. But I am not without hope that time will soften him." Nothing," said Rhys, but your, or his, death will put an end to his rancour. When a youth, he quarrelled with his beard, because bav- ing been caught once in an apartment where he should not be, solely by reason of the length of that facial ornament of his, he lost no time in cutting it off,and became the only lay shaveling in the world." Don't thou provoke him said Glyndwfr- dwy, You would forgive anybody, Sir Owen ex- claimed Gryffudd. Tis more pleasant than killing," answered the Knight, and let me assure you, Gyto, 'tis much more serviceable also." Forgive who can," muttered Rhys, forgive I can't, nor wont neither." But what was the next step to be taken ? That was the question. Sir Owen Vaughan unfolded his plan, going through it in detail, fixing the time and place of the rendezvous, allocating to each subordinate his share in the execution of it, and suggesting a signal at the sound of which the work to be done, was to be done, and done quickly. Gryffudd and Rhys listened with increasing astonishment as limb after limb wa.s added to the body, and as the voice of eloquence clothed the bare skeleton with flesh and blood. The plan was perfect, and they were lost in wonder at its perfection, as they saw it working before their eyes, from its com- mencement to its completion. In their admira- tion they compared it to a spider's web. or the comb of the working bee. Proud of kindred with a great mind, Rhys Ddu shouted at the top of his voice the word Pendragon, which he had that day already flung out among the guests wildly surging with patriotic enthusiasm, and which same word Sir Owen had chosen for his signal. Pendragon!' shouted Rhys Ddu, until the rafters shook, and the people in and out of doors caught up the word and shouted 'Pendragon As the execution of this beautiful scheme of revenge on Lord Grey would necessitate the departure of Sir Owen and Rhys Ddu that even- ing, it was necessary to have the evening meal ready a little earlier than usual, because it was deemed expedient that the Knight of Glyndwfr- dwy should be present at the banquet. In the age of Glyndwfrdwy the people of Wales of all ranks took only two meals a day, breakfast and dinner or supper. After the morning meal the men went out to work while it was day the gentlemen to hunt the toilers to perform the labours of their several avocations; while the women devoted themselves to domestic work indoors, spinning, weaving, embroider- ing, and entertaining guests who might call in the absence of the land- lord, or master of the house. And charming in- deed these entertainments were. Ruddy, rounded arms pleased the eye, as the fair enter- tainer swept the harp-strings with her deft fingers, while sweet voices enchanted the hearer's souL Who, in such society, could feel languor, or clamour for dinner? Dinner being ready, Gryffadd ap Dafydd and his guests adjourned to the great hall, where the viands were waiting them. It was a long room, having at one end a dais, on which was a table reserved for the master of the house, his family, and his principal guests. There were no chairs, but forms which extended on all sides of the table, on which were laid ample stores of venison, beef, mutton, fowls, and fish on dishes of porce- lain. The plates were of the same material. By the side of each plate was a cake of oatmeal on which were placed cheese and butter. A variety of vegetables were placed between dishes of meat. Wine and mead and beer foamed in large silver bowls, while on each guest's right hand was a silver-mounted horn. All the dishes were brought in at once. There were no waiters about the room, nor were there any knives and forks to be seen, the meat being carried into the mouth by mea.ns of those instruments with which kind nature has furnished prince and peasant. This table was laid across the room, so that those who sat on the side nearest the table be- low had their backs turned towards those who were seated around the latter, while those who sat on the side remote from that table had their faces turned in the same direction. This was the side of honour, on which, sandwiched between Ap Dafydd and his wife, sat Glyndwfrdwy, the observed of all observers. In the body of the hall was a long table, which extended from the dais the entire length of the room. Around this were seated Ap Dafydd's tenants and retainers, and as many of the others as could find accommodation thereat. It was laden with the same viands as the upper table, only that the dishes were of wood for the most part, though some of them consisted of grass and reeds, relics these of the days of old, or, to speak more correctly, the customs of ancient times, preserved unbroken through the ages, as Gryffudd ap Dafydd loved to preserve them. Ample justice was done to the dinner at both tables, and daggers made enormous holes in the joints. Wine and mead and beer disappeared in gallons,especially at thelower table, while tboseat the upper table were more temperate. Glyndwdfrwy touched none of the intoxicating liquor, or seldom did. The centre of attraction, and the theme of conversation as he was to the guests, he bore him- self as though he had been sent to that hall to make all feel comfortable and happy. Now lending his ear to Gryffudd and Rhys, now enter- taining Gryffudd's wife and daughters with that charming tongue of his, which could dress even a thrice-told tale in the garb of novelty, he, at the same time. was intently engaged in gauging the feelings of the meeting. Tho talk was loud and unrestrained. His keen ear caught up its every syllable, and his eagle eye had read tho hearts of most of those who were present through their faces. He had no reason to be dissatisfied with what he heard and saw. » The time for departing drawinFr near, he rose in his place and, after the deafening cheers had subsided, addressed a few words to those before him. Having eulogised them on their appearance and sturdy strength, he made some general remarks on the situation, and concluded by expressing a hope that he would have their assistance to teach a proud Saxon nobleman that a Kymro is not to be robbed with impunity. The long-continued cheers which followed theconclusion of his speech, the flashing daggers, the gesticulating enthusiasm of the people, at once placed that matter beyond doubt. During this acclamation and applause, he and Rhys Ddu, accompanied for some distance by Gryffudd and Rhodri, departed, meeting, in every room, people eating and drinking, to whom the sight of him was a signal for renewed cheers. Out of doors the same scenes. On the green- sward scores of people were eating and drinking, the large majority of them barefooted, but all of them strong and sinewy to a man, and all of them ready to die for Glyndwfrdwy. "Well, Gyto," said Rhys, when the latter was returning, "see that you bring my cattle to the fair betimes in the morning." "I'll see to that, Rhys," replied that gentle- man. "Thou may'st sleep easy for that matter." And if," added Rhys, "thou coms't across any strays on the read to-morrow, annex them to my drove, and I shall sleep the easier for that sorvice." "Fie, Rhys exclaimed Gryffudd," to think of such things at this time of all times." "Know'st not the adage about the leopard, Gyto ?" said the Knight, waggishly. Aye, good my liege," returned the cattle dealer. Rhys Ddu will never change his spots so long as Saxon robbeis supply him with the wherewithal to preserve their colour." After this pleasant banter the party separated, Sir Owen and Rhys wending their way over the mountains Corwenwards to perform their part in the preliminaries of the beautiful scheme of revenge, Gryffudd and Rhodri returning to Bryn- kyff, where great enthusiasm continued to pre- vail. Here the Saxophobia of the party was fed by a croudher, who, to the shrill accompaniment of his instrument, sang the patriotic songs of his country there it was kindled into white heat by rival bards who strove to outbid each other iu measureless abuse and profane denunciation of the enemy everywhere it was well nourished by copious draughts of beer, wine, and mead. At length the people retired to rest. In Bryn- kyff there were two dormitories, one for the men and one for the women, both furnished alike. Alongside of three walls of the room were strewn thick layers of reeds, which were covered with a thick, coarse cloth called frieze. On this bed the sleepers lay in their clothes, blankets and counter- panes being unknown in that age. At one end of the room there burned a large fire all the livelong night. If a sleeper should awake untimely, and feel cold, he would leave his bed and approach the fire. there to warm his shivering frame. But this dormitory could not accommodate a tenth, or even a twentieth, part of the concourse cf people which had flocked to Brynkyff on this memorable occasion, on which the pilgrims of commerce, who had live or dead stock to sell, were swelled by the pilgrims of war who bad blood and lives to sell or buy. Not a few found make-shift beds, without even the luxury of reeds and friezes, in the outhouses, while the large majority, wrapping themselves in their freize mantles, if they were fortunate enough to possess such articles, laid them down «n ^reen grass of the mountain, where bare- footed and barelegged, under the canopy of God's heaven and His eternal fires, they slept, the sleep of robust and vigorous health. CHAPTER IV.-LORD REGINALD GREY AT HOME. Lord Reginald Grey, of Rutbin, was a fair I Saxon similar, we conceive, in respect of personal beauty to those fair Anglian slaves whom a complimenting or astute Vicar of Christ declared to be denizens of that city wherein angels dwell. Falr haired and complexioned; blue-eyed; of proud, not to say, arrogant carriage; expert in all martial and manly exercises; good natural abilities compensating for neglect of education esteemed by bis King, favoured of ladies; a gallant courtier and a capable diplomatist, such was Reginald Grey on the amiable side of his character, to which, however, there was a side the reverse of amiable. He was impregnated with the domineering haughtiness of his race. and, like his compatriots at all times and in all places, he hungered for land. If a garrison placed in a hostile country be efficient in proportion to the intensity of hatred which the commandant of it feels for the people whom it is his mission to overawe, Ruthin Castle ought to be extremely efficient, for Grey despised the Welsh as a barbarous nation, and regarded the land, the cattle, the daughters of the Welshman as the heaven-ordained prey of him and his Saxons. Strange to say, though he despised, he also hated the people among whom his lot was cast. Stranger still, though he des- pised and hated them, he did not to appre- ewte tlieix power as foes. That contempt and 1 disparagement of the enemy, that insolent bluster which talks of three Frenchmen walking on a pair of English legs—contempt and insolence which are innate in the English, and have cost them so dearly in the course of their splendid history—were in Lord Grey of Ruthin not eradicated indeed, but tempered and sobered down by bitter experience, of which his lordship had not yet seen the end. Having missed Sir Owen at Glyndwfrdwy, Lord Grey hastened back to his castle lest, during his absence, the Welsh should attack and capture that frowning, impregnable, stronghold. Ruthin Castle was a formidable fortress, strong by art, stronger by nature. Built on the eternal granite, it bid fair to endure as long as its foundations. Having all the latest improvements known to the engineers of the age, it seemed capable of repelling any attack which man could possibly make against it. All this notwithstanding, Lord Grey feared for the safety of his castellated residence, feared lest it might be successfully assaulted by those whom his peers in Parliament assembled bad been pleased, with Saxon urbanity, to call barefooted rogues. Arrived at Ruthin, Lord Grey was glad to see the family flag floating proudly in the breeze from the great tower of his castle. Having entered his stronghold, he was met by the messenger whom he had dispatched to Brynkyff, and who had returned a short time before his master. Gryffudd ap Dafydd's letter exas- perated his lordship almost to madness. There was scarcely a word of contempt and abuse known in the vocabulary of the age which Lord Grey did not hurl against the master of Brynkyff. He cursed his hated foe in two languages, and if he had know another, he would have been glad of that extra channel wherein to lot off the super- fluous steam of his enormous wrath. Not that his lordship was much hurt by the tone of the letter in question, but the idea that a member of the barefooted race of rogues should have the presumptuous effrontery to address such imperti- nence to him, a noble representative of sandaled Saxondom, was intolerable, and occasioned that terrible explosion of temper, the like of which his lordship's secretary had never beard from his master before, and he inwardly prayed that he should never be a witness of a repetition of it. The messenger, however, knew his master's temper better than the secretary, and he pro- ceeded to relate what he had seen and heard at the robber stronghold—the gathering multitudes, the mustering of Ap Dafydd's retainers, the songs of the singers, the fiery apostrophes of the bards, and the presence of Rhys Ddu, who went about sowing seeds of rebellion amongst the mob, and which, as soon as they dropped from his lips, bore fruit in the wildest enthusiasm it had ever been the messenger's good, or bad, fortune to behold. Long ere the messenger concluded his narrative, I ord Grey had recovered his senses and calm composure. At once he took in the situation, dic- tated to his secretary letters to the Lords Marchers who were in danger, and might be in a position to send assistance to him in his straits, and with his own hand wrcte a long letter to the king, to whom he freely communicated his sense of the danger to which the King's servants in North Wales were exposed. He pointed out how few of the castles in the district could be relied upon to withstand any vigorous siege, not only because they were undermanned, but because, in most of them, the large majority of the garrison, weak as it was, consisted of Welsh- men. He did not conceal his opinion that the Welsh troubles threatened to be serious, and urgently, but without fear, asked for prompt reinforcements. In the meantime, he promised the King, with that modesty of expression which is so charming a trait in the best specimens of English character, that he would do all that a loyal subject could do. Messengers were, at once, dispatched with these letters to the Lords Marchers and to the King. After the performance of that duty, Lord Grey, accompanied by his officers, proceeded to set his house in order, to examine and repair the weak parts of the Castle, and to supply it with pro- visions adequate to the sustenance of a long siege. In the evening, his lordship felt at ease, felt a soldier's pride in the splendid fortress which had been entrusted to his keeping, and flattered him- self that, whenever or however Sir Owen Vaughan and his Welsh should' come to the attack, he ,would be able to give them such a reception as Saxon soldiers were famous for according to those who approached their Castle walls, or, in equal numbers, met them in the open field. As he sipped his wine, his blue eyes glowed at the prospect of a fight. An important visitor called at the Castle. It was none other than Hywel Sele, who was received by Lord Grey with extravagant kind- ness. But there was nothing insincere in the reception, for Hywel's aid would be worth an army, if only the Lord of Ruthin could attach that renowned archer to his side. Hywel knew the mountain tracks, along which an army could reach the nests of the robbers, which were perched here and there on heights inaccessible to the stranger, because he was ignorant of the secret paths. Even that very night, with Hywel for a guide, Lord Grey might take Brynkyff by surprise, capture the nucleus of Sir Owen's army, and thereby stamp out the rebellion ere it had time to gather into a head. Grey related to his visitor the news which he bad heard from Brynkyff. Sele listened to the narrative with all the interest of ignorence, but when he was invited to join in pursuit of Sir Owen Vaughan, be replied, The game is not worth so many dogs." I thought you would like to share the spoils," said Grey. There will be a vast pile to distri- bute soon." "Compromise matters," said Hywel, laconi- cally. What compromise is possible with rogues and thieves ?" Such as will enable both sides to rogue and thieve without bloodshed." You are merry, Hywel. r faith, I like your nimble wit. Come, help me to cabch Glyn. dwfrdwy. I meddle not in personal quarrels." "And do you call catching traitors, at the King's command, a personal quarrel ? Traitors are often made through the greed of those who wish to profit from the treason." .Ul-,on my word, Hywel," exclaimed Lord Grey, "you Welsh people are an ungrateful lot." Ungrateful, my Lord 1" said Hywel. Where do your sons obtain their education ? asked the Lord of Ruthin, and answered himself, In Eugland." "Because," said Hywel, "you Saxons de- stroyed our colleges, carried away our professors, and appropriated their revenues." My good fiiend," returned his lordship, com- placently, I can't bother my head with ancient history." U The Kymry do, and are dissatisfied." "If it is as you say," said Grey gaily, "I suppose we robbed you for your benefit." "The bully's arsrument," returned Hywel, sarcastically. Come, Hywel," said Lord Grey, do you blame me for what occurred before I was born ?" Far from it. It's more than enough for most of us to answer for own acts." "True, my dear friend; and have not the Kings of England opened for your sons a wider field of action than they possessed before they became incorporated with us ?" And curtailed our liberty," was Hywel's curt reply. re "Prate not about liberty," exclaimed Lord Grey, the highest liberty consists in obeying the King. Look again at us. the few English lords, who are exiled among these wild mountains to preserve order. Do you not think that we ought to obtain more support from the natives than we do ?" "Return to your own people, and put an end to your unpleasant exile." I And leave the rogues and thieves to poll and pill honest folk!" exclaimed Lord Grey, in- dignantly. How, my lord, did your ancestor come by the lands which you own here ?" asked HyweL A reward for service done," answered his lordship. To reward him somebody was robbed, eh?" I continued Sele. Some traitor or other, I dare say," was Grey's jaunty reply. A native, my lord," observed the Celt. All the natives are thieves and traitors," re- turned the Saxon. "I thank your lordship for your high opinion of me." said Hywel, sneering. You are too sensitive, Hywel. Of course, I only apply that description to those who are disloyal. You are honest and loyal, and that the King knows well Come, friend Hywel, drink, and scowl not so." You put too little butter on your salt to suit a Kymro's palate." "And do not you put an amount of liberty in your remarks that would irritate most Saxons, eh ?" A Kymro always speaks freely." "Be a little freer still, dear friend, and tell me where am I likely to find Sir Owen Vaughan," said Lord Grey. coaxmgly. Be on your guard was Hywel's mysterious answer. Ah, Hywel, my friend," said his lordship, "join me in this affair with your invincible archers." 'Tis no affair of mine." "Name thy terms, man," said Grey, warmly. Choose thee any portions of Owen's lands, and thou shalt have them for thy reward." "Though a Kymro," answered Hywel, "I hunger for no man's lands." The campaign will be brief and bloodless," said the Saxon peer, who added, these traitors and rogues are as cowardly as they are insolent." Don't holloa before you are out of the wood." "Do you think these Welsh rebels will fight trained soldiers, eh?" "Their fathers fought well at Crecy and Poictiers," replied the Celt scornfully. None better. But, then, you will persist in misunderstanding me. Of course there are brave men among the Welsh." After this complimentary confession on his 4y part, Lord Grey expected to see his visitor prostrate himself at his feet, invoke Godb. blessing on his head and_heart, and offer him the assistance of Arfon's invincible archers. "As there are cowards among the Saxons," scowled Hywel in reply to his loidship's compli- ment. Aye, thousands of the most arrant cowards that ever handled sword or pike," returned Lord Grey, whose good humour was apparently inexhaustible, and more irritating, it seems, to his visitor than if he had exploded into a storm of invective and abuse against all that Hywel loved and adored. "Be on your guard, my lord," said Hywel rising. Do not go, Hywel," said Lord Grey, -undly, stay with me for night. There's a fair at Ruthin to-morrow, ad you now. Do not go." Good-night, my lord. Remember my I warning," said Hywel, who left the castle a biting, scowling, mysterious man on whom the jiortov locked and bolted the gatea as delighted AS I if he had put bars and bolts between himself and the devil. After the Welsh archer's departure, the English Peer paced the apartment pensively. His secretary was in the same room, but his lordship did not appear to be consoious of that gentleman^ presence. Of that Hywel Sele," said Lord Grey solilo- quising, "I can make nothing. Humour him, he grows cross thwart him, he grows crosser. I cannot persuade him to walk with me up hill, nor down b 11, nor on level ground. A most mysterious man—he is inscrutable," "And most insolent, my lord." said the secretary. 11 What are you there, Claude asked his lordship. And have heard all the impertinences and in. solences of that wild Welsh goat, whose throat I every moment expected to see you cut with your sword." As he spoke these words the secretary raised himself up to his full heroic altitude. "I am not a butcher, man," returned the Peer. Why, then, did your lordship order me to cut his insolent weasand?" asked the secretary, swelling with intrepidity and devotion. Art thou waxen so brave, my knight of the quill ?" said Lord Grey, bantering. And should like to crack that rogue's brain-pan." 0 Have a care, Sir Claude de Plume," returned bis lordship, "and do not irritate Hywel Sele, a most dangerous man, whose arrow shot invariably spells death." My lord," said Sir Claude, approaching his master, and conveying his sentiments to the great lord in a confidential whisper, "my lord, Hywel is not Pone too far to be overtaken. Let me pursue him. If you will give me permission, I flatter myself that you will net be annoyed by that knave's tongue never more." "And I am certain," returned Lord Grey, e; that, if I gave you the permission you desire, I should never more enjoy the advantage of your goose quill. Nay, my boy, it must not be so. I am prepared to put up with a vast deal more of what you call impertinences and insolences, so but I can secure the assistance of Hywel Sele and his archers, who are really a fine, reliable, body of men. "But, my lord," said the secretary, "you will have needs to pay him for his service. You offered him the choicest bits of Sir Qwen Vaughan's lands. God and St. George curse that arrant traitor!" "Amen!" cried Lord Grey, devoutly crossing himself as he prayed. Then casting alook on the serious countenance of his secretary, his lordship burst out into a loud fit of laughter which, for some time, he was quite unable to control. Having, at length, recovered his usual gravity of countenance he addressed Sir Claude ae Plume in these words :— How unsophisticated thou art this evening, my knight of the letters! Drink, man, to get rid of that melancholy look of thine Dost hear, Sirrah I will not have in my service nor in my castle no Sir Tristrans, nor no knights of the sorrowful countenance. Drink, I say. Dost think that I will let Hywel Sele have those bits of the traitor's lands which he may choose as a recompense for services to be performed ? He will do very well as a cats-paw he will not dis- credit one as a comrade on the battle-field, but he is not a fit person to share with me the spoils of traitors, he," exclaimed his lordship, and the proud lips curled with disdain, "he a Welsh rogue and thief with me an English soldier and nobleman Sir Claude was satisfied, quaffed a horn of wine, laid aside his rueful mien, and looked brisk and lively at the prospect; of one day having the exquisite pleasure of slitting Hywel Sele's weasand. This matter having been arranged to the secre- tary's entire satisfaction, Lord Grey endeavoured to ascertain what were the motives which had prompted Hywel's visit to the castle. He thought long over the subject, but, for all his thinking, he could go no further than this, namely, that be had not ascertained his visitor's motives, what- ever they were. And just as this failure pained him, inasmuch as it reflected unfavourably on his diplomatic abilities, by which he set great store, so the unfathomable mystery of the character with whom he had to deal, protected him against the haunting ghosts of humiliating reflections, and and enabled him to lay flattering unction to his diplomatic soul, because where he had be baffled, no living man could succeed. Hywel's warning, however, was not forgotten, had, indeed, been already anticipated. And Lord Grey congratulated himself that Ruthin fair, which was kept as a general holiday in Denbigh- shire and the neighbouring counties, afforded him a respite, a kind of truce before the outbreak of hostilities. During this interval of peace his lordship confidently expected help from the Lords of Powis and Denbigh, as well as from his gracious Majesty King Henry. This aid arrived, and the truce lapsed, he had no doubt but what the campaign would be brief, bloodless, and rich in spoils. ( To be continued. )

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