'Do you remember, Winnie,' I murmured, 'when you so delighted me by
exclaiming, "What a beautiful world it is!"?'
'Ah, yes,' said Winnie, 'and how I should love to paint its beauty.
The only people I really envy are painters.'
We were now at the famous spot where the triple echo is best heard,
and we began to shout like two children in the direction of Llyn
Ddu'r Arddu. And then our talk naturally fell on Knockers' Llyn and
the echoes to be heard there. She then took me to another famous
sight on this side of Snowdon, the enormous stone, said to be five
thousand tons in weight, called the Knockers' Anvil. While we
lingered here Winnie gave me as many anecdotes and legends of this
stone as would fill a little volume. But suddenly she stopped.
'Look!' she said, pointing to the sunset. 'I have seen that sight
only once before. I was with Sinfi. She called it "the Dukkeripen
of the Trushul."'
The sun was now on the point of sinking, and his radiance, falling on
the cloud-pageantry of the zenith, fired the flakes and vapoury films
floating and trailing above, turning them at first into a
ruby-coloured mass, and then into an ocean of rosy fire.
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