And word has gone to Howel of Dyfed and Mordred of Morganwg, farther up the channel, that they should watch their shores also.

Nought has been left undone that may be done." So it came to pass that on the next morning Jago and I rode away together along the great road that leads westward to Exeter and beyond, asking each train of chapmen whom we met if there was yet news, and hearing nought but sorrow for the loss of the prince they had hailed with such joy again.

Nor did we draw rein, save to change horses, till we clattered up the ancient paved street of the city on its hill, and dismounted at the gates of the white palace where Gerent waited me.
There the first man who came out to greet me was one whom I was altogether glad to see, though his presence astonished me for a moment.

Howel of Dyfed passed from the great door and bade me welcome.
"It is a different meeting from that which we had planned, Thane," he said, somewhat sadly.

"I am here to help you if I can; for when we heard that Owen was lost much as you were, we came over straightway, there being reasons of her own which would not let Nona rest till we had sailed.