She larnt me it, though. It's
only when the crwth is played by a maid on the hills that the spirits
can follow it.'
[Footnote 1: _Dukkerin gillie_, incantation song.]
[Footnote 2: _Livin' mullos_, wraiths.]
We did as Shift suggested, and afterwards began our search. She
proposed that we should go at once to Knockers' Llyn, where she had
seen Winifred the day before sitting and talking to herself. We
proceeded towards the spot.
IV
The Gypsy girl was as lithe and active as Winifred herself, and
vastly more powerful. I was wasted by illness and fatigue. Along the
rough path we went, while the morning gradually broke over the east.
Great isles and continents of clouds were rolled and swirled from
peak to peak, from crag to crag, across steaming valley and valley;
iron-grey at first, then faintly tinged with rose, which grew warmer
and richer and deeper every moment.
'It's a-goin' to be one of the finest sunrises ever seed,' said the
Gypsy girl. 'Dordi! the Gorgios come to see our sunrises,' she
continued, with the pride of an owner of Snowdon.
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