That meant in the end that he heard all my story, of course, but my Welsh halted somewhat for want of use, and it was troublesome to tell it.

However, he heard me with something more than patience, and when I ended he said: "Now I know how it is that a Saxon speaks the tongue of Cornwall here in Dyfed.

You have had a noble fostering, Thane, for even here we lamented for the loss of Owen the prince.

We have seen him in Pembroke in past years.

You will be most welcome there with this news, for Howel, our prince, loved him well.