'
She then drew the bow across the crwth. The instrument at first
seemed to chatter with her agitation. I waited in breathless
suspense. At last there came clearly from her crwth the wild air I
had already heard on Snowdon. Then the sound of the instrument ceased
save for the drone of the two bottom strings, and Sinfi's voice leapt
out and I heard the words of what she called the Welsh dukkering
gillie.
As I listened and looked over the wide-stretching panorama before me,
I felt my very flesh answering to every vibration; and when the song
stopped and I suddenly heard Sinfi call out, 'Look, brother!' I felt
that my own being, physical and mental, had passed into a new phase,
and that resistance to some mighty power governing my blood was
impossible.
'Look straight afore you, brother, and you'll see Winnie's face.
She's alive, brother, and the dukkeripen of the Golden Hand will come
true, and mine will come true. Oh, mammy, mammy!'
At first I saw nothing, but after a while two blue eyes seemed gazing
at me as through a veil of evening haze.
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