When his captors eventually pulled him out, his wandering eyes saw the Belgae, kneeling or lying in every posture of despair, about a big fire that threw its crazy shadows half-way across the broad valley.
So they stayed for a while, until the little men were on them again, prodding and kicking them to their feet. They were shouting excitedly, “Arrad-Bwlch comes! Arrad-Bwlch comes! Stand, you cattle, so that he may see what his children bring for his fires!”
There was a flourish of bulls’ horns beyond the firelight, and suddenly Gwyndoc remembered the early days on his uncle’s farm near the narrow sea. There would be such orders from the overseers to the stockmen: “Stand up there, man. Let the lord see you’re fit to work among his cattle!” Or, “If you don’t hold your head up I’ll take th
