But that was not how we read the words of old time.

If we read them wrong, what else have we mistaken ?" "Morfed," I broke in on his musings, "end this idle talk, and tell me of Owen.

Then I will go hence and leave you to work what you will here.

I had no wish to disturb your rites, whatsoever they were.

If aught has happened amiss, it was your own fault, not mine.
Your own deed brought me here." But he paid not the least heed to me, and yet I thought that he tried to put me off, as it were, by seeming wrapt in thoughts.
"Surely it should have fallen on this day that sees the end, even as runs the ancient prophecy--'When the pool shall whelm the stone, Druid rite and chant are done.' But it has not fallen, and the end is not yet.