"Now, upon blessed Llywel's land, where he lived and died," the saint continued, "we will set a new church, and Llywel, Teilo, and I, we three, will own it in perpetuity. And of the three thou, Teilo, shalt have the pre-eminence. Willingly wilt thou fast forty days upon this spot, for our church's hallowing. A small omission troubles thy conscience, I know. Children," turning from the Abbot of Llandaff to the man and woman before him, "I would see all well with you before I depart. Give me thy ring, Indeg." She put her ring in the palm of David. "It is not yet the noon-hour," said he. "Lily, where is my altar, and the other things I now require?" "Here is your altar, my father," was Lily's reply, "and the sacred elements, look you!--ready for the swearing of oaths." He brought David's portable altar and placed it before him, and set bread and wine upon it. David rose to his feet, and, supported by Teilo and Ismael, said mass as it was celebrated for a marriage. "Cynyr," said he in the British tongue, "wilt thou have Indeg as thy wife?" "Yes, yes!" Cynyr answered. "And, Indeg, wilt thou have Cynyr as thy husband?" She nodded her head several times. "Then I declare before all these, men and women of the Plant y Cymry, that ye be man and wife together. And, Cynyr, thou shalt love Indeg as long as her life shall last; and thou, Indeg, shalt love Cynyr and obey him. The blessing of God is upon you; and ye shall go with my blessing, and with the blessing of Teilo." Hand in hand the lovers wandered away over the young, green grass. "Sixty days and no less will I fast before I consecrate Llywel's church," cried Teilo, his native generosity breaking forth, "and those two shall have my prayers at each day's offering!" Gwhir, Teilo's bard at Llandaff, unslung his harp from his shoulder, and struck a triumphant prelude from the strings. He began to chant the praises of his master: "Thrice a hundred servants of Christ does Teilo feed in his Bangor. The fierce old dragon he drove to the seas--potent is our father. Miracles are all about the little ones of Teilo. "With Brynach aforetime did angels company in the wilderness about Nant Nimer. No harvest had Llandaff but flower of the broom, the gold-finch of the meadows. Surely white messengers were at hand for the succour of the Côr of Teilo!" David listened at first with a slight frown, but by the end of the second triad his countenance had softened. "Truth governs the tongue of Gwhir," said he. "Hearken! there is also music over yonder. Give me thy arm, my Ismael--I would hear the children sing."