Cities and towns -- Growth -- Fiction; Wales -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Harry sang; and the hands of young men sought those of young women in
the blackness of the Dinas's shadows, and the married ones drew a little
closer together, and there was no parody at all in the little soft
punctuations of the refrain, in which every voice joined:
"_She was very fair to see----
(So she was!)
She was very fair to see----
(So she was!)_----"
Edward Garden was right----
"_Her eyes were as fair as the star of the morn
And her teeth were as sharp as the point of a thorn----
My beautiful Cannibalee_----"
Edward Garden was right. That tender but heavy weight, so tender, so
heavy that it bore down the stupid expression of the song, lay even on
the Welshmen too. He was admirably shrewd and right. It would not be yet
awhile--it was too early yet--but presently, as an advertisement for
Llanyglo, an Eisteddfod--an Eisteddfod, say, when the holiday season
began in July, and a Brass Band Contest towards its close in
September....
They were still singing when they came down again, at eleven o'clock.
You might have thought, from the way in which Barry Topham clung to
Howell Gruffydd's arm, that he was slightly drunk, but he was not; that
was only brotherliness and exaltation. He still wore the gala-dress of
the Grand Chief, but in that particular Howell thought that he had come
out of his dilemma rather well. The feather head-dress he had tried on
had proved too big for his head, and in trying to shorten the band he
had torn off the button, thus rendering the adornment useless. As for
the striped blanket about his shoulders--well, it was a coolish night,
and there is no sense in taking a chill when there is a blanket to be
had to keep you warm. Even Dafydd would see that. So Howell had worn
it....
And looked at from below again, the Trwyn beam no longer appeared a hunt
of raving red and white monsters, but a little lonely thing, familiar
and disregarded, old, wise, minding its own business, and meanwhile
quietly opening and shutting an eye.
II
THE GIANT'S STRIDE
After that summer they began in earnest the building of Llanyglo. Come
and see them at it.
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