'There you're right, Hal Aylwin. It ain't every dukkeripen as comes
true. The dukkeripen allus comes true, unless it's one as says a
Gorgio shall come to the Kaulo Camloes an' break Sinfi Lovell's
heart. Before that dukkeripen shall come true Sinfi Lovell 'ud cut
her heart out. Yes, my fine Gorgio, she'd cut it out--she'd cut it
out and fling it in that 'ere llyn. She did cut it out when she took
the cuss on herself. She's a-cuttin' it out now.'
Then without saying another word Sinfi took up her crwth and moved
towards the llyn.
'You'll soon come back, Sinfi?' I said.
'We've got to see about that,' she replied, still pale and trembling
from the effects of that sudden upheaval of the passion of a
Titaness. 'If the livin' mullo does come you can't have a love-feast
without company, you know, and I sha'n't be far off if you find you
want me.'
She then took up her crwth, went round the llyn, and disappeared
through the eastern cleft. In a few minutes I heard her crwth. But
the air she played was not the air of the song she called the 'Welsh
dukkerin' gillie' which I had heard by Beddgelert.
Pages:
654
655
656
657
658
659
660
661
662
663
664
665
666
667
668
669
670
671
672
673
674
675
676
677
678