Partly due to the blow he had received, partly to desperation, his mind became confused. Strange thoughts came over him. He seemed to acquire vision, and to behold the Five Saints lying in a niche before him, with their heads on a long stone. They were very old, and their faces covered with mildew. Their silver beards had grown and covered them like blankets. One had his hand laid on the ground, and the fingers were like stag's-horn lichen. Then the one saint raised this white hand, passed it over his face, opened his eyes, and sat up. "Brothers," said he, in a faint small voice, "let us turn our pillow." Thereat the other four sat up, and the one who had roused his brethren said: "See--we have worn holes in the stone with our heads. We will turn our pillow." And in verity there were five cup-like depressions in the stone. Then the old Saint reversed the stone, and at once all four laid their heads on it again and went again to sleep. The fifth also relaid his head on the stone, and immediately his eyes closed. Then it was to Pabo as though he saw a white face peeping round a corner of rock; and this was followed by a form--thin, vaporous, clad in flowing white robes. "Gwen! Gwen!" he cried, starting up. "You--you know a way forth! You leave in thunder and storm. Let me hold to your skirts, and draw me from this pit of darkness!" But with his cries the phantasm had vanished. His eyes were staring into pitch darkness, in which not even a spectral form moved. And still--he heard at long-drawn intervals the drip, drip of water. Again he sank back into half-consciousness, and once more his troubled brain conjured up fantastic visions. He thought himself once again in the cave at Careg Cennen, and that the beautiful Nest came to him. Somehow, he confused her with Gwen. She seemed also to be vaporous--all but her face and her radiant golden hair. What eyes she had, and how they flashed and glowed as she spoke of the wrongs done to her country and to her people! He thought she spoke to him, and said: "Oh, Pabo, Pabo, I have trusted in thee! My brother, he is raising all Cymraig peoples. Take to him the treasure of the old Romans. With that he will buy harness, and swords, and spears, and will call over and enroll levies from Ireland. With gold he will bribe, and get admission to castles he cannot break up. With gold he will get fleets to sail up the Severn Sea and harass the enemy as they venture along the levels of Morganwg. See, see, I have given thee the bracelet of Maxen the Emperor! It is a solemn trust. Bear it to him; let it not be lost here in the bowels of the earth!" And again he started with a cry and said: "Help, help, Princess Nest! Me thou didst draw out of the dungeon. Me thou didst bring up out of the cave. Deliver me now!"