CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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hen
the moon had fully risen, Gwyndoc banked up the fire in their hut, so that the glow should shine out through the window-hole, and, keeping in the shadow of the house walls, he led Ygerne through the village towards the place where Mathwlch was to wait for them. Bryn they wrapped closely in a hide, so that his cries should attract no attention, and Gwyndoc carried him close to his chest, ready to put himself in the way of any assailant who might spring out on them.
But they saw no one, except a tipsy Silurian, who staggered out of a turf hut, gave Gwyndoc the royal salute, and then fell to his knees by the roadside. They passed by without answering him, afraid that their voices might be known to him and that he would later give the alarm. But as they went Gwyndoc
