"I have served myself for long enough, and it has not turned out well.

If I please you not, I will go where you bid me, but in anywise let me try." "As you will," I said.

"I owe you well-nigh aught you can ask, and this is little enough." Then I shook hands with him and parted.

It was a strange meeting.
I went back to Howel with a mind that was full of what I might find on the morrow, but with little hope that there would be anything of sign that Owen yet lived.

Howel was growing anxious for me as the darkness fell, and was glad to greet me, and I suppose my face told him somewhat.
"Why," he said, as I stepped into the firelight on the hearth of the little house, "what is this?
Have you heard news at last ?" "I have found one who will take us to the lost valley, but nothing more.