Now, Prince, this friend of mine has come here in a strange way, and I think he needs help that you can give him." He passed out of the cliffward door and went his way up the long stairway.

Then Howel asked me how he could help me.
"Tell me about Dyvnaint also, for when I was a boy I was long at Gerent's court.

Did not Govan say that you were fostered by one of the princes?
It is likely that I knew your foster father well, if so; was he Morgan ?" "Not Morgan, but Owen," I answered, and at that Howel almost started to his feet.
"Owen!" he cried.

"Does he yet live?
Surely we all thought him dead, or else he had come hither to us when he was banished.

I loved him well in the old days, and glad I am that you are not Morgan's charge.