Iopenedthedoorandsawalittlegirl。"Haveyouanywater？"
　　saidI。
　　"No，"saidthechild，"butIhavethis，"andshebroughtmesomebutter—milkinabasin。Ijusttastedit，gavethechildapennyandblessedher。
　　"Oesgenochtad？"
　　"No，"saidshe；"butIhaveamam。"Tadinmam；blessedsounds；inalllanguagesexpressingthesameblessedthings。
　　AfterwalkingforsomehoursIsawatallbluehillinthefardistancebeforeme。"Whatisthenameofthathill？"saidItoawomanwhomImet。
　　"PenCaerGybi，"shereplied。
　　SoonafterIcametoavillageneartoarockygully。Oninquiringthenameofthevillage，IwastolditwasLlanyrAfon，orthechurchoftheriver。Ipassedon；thecountrywasneithergrandnorpretty—itexhibitedakindofwildness，however，whichdidnotfailtointerestme—therewerestones，rocksandfurzeinabundance。Turningroundthecornerofahill，Iobservedthroughthemistsofevening，whichbegantogatheraboutme，whatseemedtoberatheragenteelhouseontheroadside；onmyleft，andalittlewaybehinditastrangekindofmonticle，onwhichIthoughtIobservedtalluprightstones。Quickeningmypace，Isooncameparallelwiththehouse，whichasIdrewnigh，ceasedtolooklikeagenteelhouse，andexhibitedanappearanceofgreatdesolation。
　　Itwasawhite，orrathergreystructureofsomeantiquity。Itwasevidentlyusedasafarm—house，fortherewasayardadjoiningtoit，inwhichwerestacksandagriculturalimplements。Observingtwomenintheyard，Iwentin。Theywererespectable，farm—
　　lookingmen，betweenfortyandfifty；onehadonacoatandhat，theotheracapandjacket。"Goodevening，"IsaidinWelsh。
　　"Goodevening，"theyrepliedinthesamelanguage，lookinginquiringlyatme。
　　"Whatisthenameofthisplace？"saidI。
　　"ItiscalledTygwyn，"saidthemanofthehat。
　　"Onaccountofitscolour，Isuppose？"saidI。
　　"Justso，"saidthemanofthehat。
　　"Itlooksold，"saidI。
　　"Anditisold，"hereplied。"InthetimeofthePapistsitwasoneoftheirchapels。"
　　"Doesitbelongtoyou？"Idemanded。
　　"Ohno，itbelongstooneMrSparrowfromLiverpool。Iamhisbailiff，andthismanisacarpenterwhoisheredoingajobforhim。"
　　Hereensuedapause，whichwasbrokenbythemanofthehatsayinginEnglish，tothemanofthecap：
　　"Whocanthisstrangefellowbe？hehasnotawordofEnglish，andthoughhespeaksWelshhisWelshsoundsverydifferentfromours。
　　Whocanhebe？"
　　"IamsureIdon’tknow，"saidtheother。
　　"Iknowwhoheis，"saidthefirst，"hecomesfromLlydaw，orArmorica，whichwaspeopledfromBritainestalom，andwhereIamtoldtherealoldWelshlanguageisstillspoken。"
　　"IthinkIheardyoumentionthewordLlydaw？"saidI，tothemanofthehat。
　　"Ah，"saidthemanofthehat，speakingWelsh，"Iwasrightafterall；oh，IcouldhaveswornyouwereLlydaweg。Well，howarethedescendantsoftheancientBritonsgettingoninLlydaw？"
　　"Theyaregettingontolerablywell，"saidI，"whenIlastsawthem，thoughallthingsdonotgoexactlyastheycouldwish。"
　　"Ofcoursenot，"saidheofthehat。"Wetoohavemuchtocomplainofhere；thelandsarealmostentirelytakenpossessionofbySaxons，whereveryougoyouwillfindthemsettled，andaSaxonbirdoftheroofmustbuilditsnestinGwyndy。"
　　"YoucallasparrowinyourWelshabirdoftheroof，doyounot？"
　　saidI。
　　"Wedo，"saidheofthehat。"YouspeakWelshverywellconsideringyouwerenotborninWales。ItisreallysurprisingthatthemenofLlydawshouldspeaktheiaithsopureastheydo。"
　　"TheWelshwhentheywentoverthere，"saidI，"tookeffectualmeansthattheirdescendantsshouldspeakgoodWelsh，ifalltalesbetrue。"
　　"Whatmeans？"saidheofthehat。
　　"Why，"saidI；"afterconqueringthecountrytheyputallthementodeath，andmarriedthewomen，butbeforeachildwasborntheycutoutallthewomen’stongues，sothattheonlylanguagethechildrenheardwhentheywerebornwaspureCumraeg。Whatdoyouthinkofthat？"
　　"Why，thatitwasacutetrick，"saidheofthehat。
　　"AmoreclevertrickIneverheard，"saidthemanofthecap。
　　"HaveyouanymemorialsintheneighbourhoodoftheoldWelsh？"
　　saidI。
　　"Whatdoyoumean？"saidthemanofthehat。
　　"AnyaltarsoftheDruids？"saidI；"anystonetables？"
　　"None，"saidthemanofthehat。
　　"Whatmaythosestonesbe？"saidI，pointingtothestoneswhichhadstruckmyattention。
　　"Merecommonrocks，"saidtheman。
　　"MayIgoandexaminethem？"saidI。
　　"Ohyes！"saidheofthehat，"andwewillgowithyou。"
　　Wewenttothestones，whichwereindeedcommonrocks，andwhichwhenIreachedthempresentedquiteadifferentappearancefromthatwhichtheypresentedtomyeyewhenIviewedthemfromafar。
　　"AretheremanyaltarsoftheDruidsinLlydaw？"saidthemanofthehat。
　　"Plenty，"saidI，"butthosealtarsareolderthanthetimeoftheWelshcolonists，andwereerectedbytheoldGauls。"
　　"Well，"saidthemanofthecap，"IamgladIhaveseenthemanofLlydaw。"
　　"WhomdoyoucallamanofLlydaw？"saidI。
　　"Whombutyourself？"saidheofthehat。
　　"IamnotamanofLlydaw，"saidIinEnglish，"butNorfolk，wherethepeopleeatthebestdumplingsintheworld，andspeakthepurestEnglish。Nowathousandthanksforyourcivility。Iwouldhavesomemorechatwithyou，butnightiscomingon，andIamboundtoHolyhead。"
　　Thenleavingthemenstaringafterme，IbentmystepstowardsHolyhead。
　　IpassedbyaplacecalledLlansomething，standinglonelyonitshill。Thecountryroundlookedsadanddesolate。ItistruenighthadcomeonwhenIsawit。
　　OnIhurried。Thevoicesofchildrensoundedsweetlyatadistanceacrossthewildchampaignonmyleft。
　　Itgrewdarkeranddarker。OnIhurriedalongtheroad；atlastI
　　cametolone，lordlygroves。Onmyrightwasanopengateandalodge。Iwentuptothelodge。Thedoorwasopen，andinalittleroomIbeheldanice—lookingoldladysittingbyatable，onwhichstoodalightedcandle，withhereyesfixedonalargebook。
　　"Excuseme，"saidI；"butwhoownsthisproperty？"
　　Theoldladylookedupfromherbook，whichappearedtobeaBible，withouttheslightestsurprise，thoughIcertainlycameuponherunawares，andanswered：
　　"MrJohnWynn。"
　　Ishortlypassedthroughalargevillage，orrathertown，thenameofwhichIdidnotlearn。Ithenwentonforamileortwo，andsawaredlightatsomedistance。Theroadlednearlyuptoit，andthendivergedtowardsthenorth。LeavingtheroadImadetowardsthelightbyalane，andsooncametoarailroadstation。
　　"Youwon’thavelongtowait，sir，"saidaman，"thetraintoHolyheadwillbeherepresently。"
　　"HowfarisittoHolyhead？"saidI。
　　"Twomiles，sir，andthefareisonlysixpence。"
　　"Idespiserailroads，"saidI，"andthosewhotravelbythem，"andwithoutwaitingforananswerreturnedtotheroad。PresentlyI
　　heardthetrain—itstoppedforaminuteatthestation，andthencontinuingitscoursepassedmeonmylefthand，voidingfiercesparks，andmakingaterriblenoise—theroadwasamelancholyone；myfootstepssoundedhollowuponit。Iseemedtobeitsonlytraveller—awallextendedforalong，longwayonmyleft。AtlengthIcametoaturnpike。Ifeltdesolateandwishedtospeaktosomebody。Itappedatthewindow，atwhichtherewasalight；awomanopenedit。"HowfartoHolyhead？"saidIinEnglish。
　　"DimSaesneg，"saidthewoman。
　　IrepeatedmyquestioninWelsh。
　　"Twomiles，"saidshe。
　　"StilltwomilestoHolyheadbytheroad，"thoughtI。"Nosda，"
　　saidItothewomanandspedalong。AtlengthIsawwateronmyright，seeminglyakindofbay，andpresentlyamelancholyship。I
　　doubledmypace，whichwasbeforetolerablyquick，andsoonsawanoble—lookingedificeonmyleft，brilliantlylightedup。"Whatacapitalinnthatwouldmake，"saidI，lookingatitwistfully，asI
　　passedit。PresentlyIfoundmyselfinthemidstofapoor，dull，ill—lightedtown。
　　"Whereistheinn？"saidItoaman。
　　"Theinn，sir；youhavepassedit。Theinnisyonder，"hecontinued，pointingtowardsthenoble—lookingedifice。
　　"What，isthattheinn？"saidI。
　　"Yes，sir，therailroadhotel—andafirst—ratehotelitis。"
　　"Andaretherenootherinns？"
　　"Yes，buttheyareallpoorplaces。Nogentputsupatthem—allthegentsbytherailroadputupattherailroadhotel。"
　　WhatwasItodo？afterturningupmynoseattherailroad，wasI
　　toputupatitshotel？Surelytodosowouldbehardlyactingwithconsistency。"OughtInotrathertogotosomepublic—house，frequentedbycaptainsoffishingsmacks，andbeputinabedafoottooshortforme，"saidI，asIreflectedonmylastnight’scouchatMrPritchard’s。"No，thatwon’tdo—Ishallgotothehotel，Ihavemoneyinmypocket，andapersonwithmoneyinhispockethassurelyarighttobeinconsistentifhepleases。"
　　SoIturnedbackandenteredtherailroadhotelwithloftyportandwithsoundingstep，forIhadtwelvesovereignsinmypocket，besidesahalfone，andsomeloosesilver，andfearednottoencounterthegazeofanywaiterorlandlordintheland。"Sendboots！"Iroaredtothewaiter，asIflungmyselfdowninanarm—
　　chairinamagnificentcoffee—room。"Whatthedeuceareyoustaringat？sendbootscan’tyou，andaskwhatIcanhavefordinner。"
　　"Yes，sir，"saidthewaiter，andwithalowbowdeparted。
　　"Thesebootsareratherdusty，"saidtheboots，agrey—haired，venerable—lookingman，afterhehadtakenoffmythick，solid，square—toedboots。"Isupposeyoucamewalkingfromtherailroad？"
　　"Confoundtherailroad！"saidI。"IcamewalkingfromBangor。I
　　wouldhaveyouknowthatIhavemoneyinmypocket，andcanaffordtowalk。Iamfondofthebeautiesofnature；nowitisimpossibletoseemuchofthebeautiesofnatureunlessyouwalk。Iamlikewisefondofpoetry，andtakeespecialdelightininspectingthebirth—placesandhauntsofpoets。ItisbecauseIamfondofpoetry，poetsandtheirhaunts，thatIamcometoAnglesey。
　　Angleseydoesnotaboundinthebeautiesofnature，butthereneverwassuchaplaceforpoets；youmeetapoet，orthebirth—placeofapoet，everywhere。"
　　"DidyourhonoureverhearofGronwyOwen？"saidtheoldman。
　　"Ihave，"Ireplied，"andyesterdayIvisitedhisbirth—place；soyouhaveheardofGronwyOwen？"
　　"Heardofhim，yourhonour；yes，andreadhisworks。That’CowyddyFarn’ofhisisawonderfulpoem。"
　　"Yousayright，"saidI；"the’CowyddofJudgment’containssomeofthefinestthingseverwritten—thatdescriptionofthetopplingdownofthetopcragofSnowdon，atthedayofJudgment，beatsanythinginHomer。"
　　"ThentherewasLewisMorris，yourhonour，"saidtheoldman，"whogaveGronwyhiseducationandwrote’TheLassesofMeirion’—and—
　　"
　　"And’TheCowyddtotheSnail，’"saidI，interruptinghim—"awonderfulmanhewas。"
　　"Iamrejoicedtoseeyourhonourinourhouse，"saidboots；"I
　　neversawanEnglishgentlemanbeforewhoknewsomuchaboutWelshpoetry，noraWelshoneeither。Ah，ifyourhonourisfondofpoetsandtheirplacesyoudidrighttocometoAnglesey—andyourhonourwasrightinsayingthatyoucan’tstirastepwithoutmeetingone；youhaveanexampleofthetruthofthatinme—fortotellyourhonourthetruth，Iamapoetmyself，andnobadoneeither。"
　　Thentuckingthedustybootsunderhisarm，theoldmanwithalowcongee，anda"Good—night，yourhonour！"shuffledoutoftheroom。
　　CHAPTERXL
　　CaerGyby—LewisMorris—NobleCharacter。
　　IDINEDorrathersuppedwellattheRailroadInn—Ibegitspardon，Hotel，forthewordInnatthepresentdayisdecidedlyvulgar。Ilikewisesleptwell；howcouldIdootherwise，passingthenight，asIdid，inanexcellentbedinalarge，cool，quietroom？Iaroseratherlate，wentdowntothecoffee—roomandtookmybreakfastleisurely，afterwhichIpaidmybillandstrolledforthtoobservethewondersoftheplace。
　　CaerGybiorCybi’stownissituatedonthesouthernsideofabayonthenorth—westernsideofAnglesey。Closetoitonthesouth—
　　westisaveryhighheadlandcalledinWelshPenCaerGybi，ortheheadofCybi’scity，andinEnglishHolyHead。Onthenorth，acrossthebay，isanothermountainofequalaltitude，whichifI
　　amnotmistakenbearsinWelshthenameofMynyddLlanfair，orSaintMary’sMount。ItiscalledCybi’stownfromoneCybi，whoabouttheyear500builtacollegeheretowhichyouthsnobleandignobleresortedfromfarandnear。HewasanativeofDyfedorPembrokeshire，andwasafriendandforalongtimeafellow—
　　labourerofSaintDavid。Besidesbeinglearned，accordingtothestandardofthetime，hewasagreatwalker，andfrombronzinghiscountenancebyfrequentwalkinginthesunwasgenerallycalledCybiVelin，whichmeanstawnyoryellowCybi。
　　SomuchforCybi，andhistown！AndnowsomethingaboutonewhosememoryhauntedmemuchmorethanthatofCybiduringmystayatHolyhead。
　　LewisMorriswasbornataplacecalledTrefyBeirdd，inAnglesey，intheyear1700。Anglesey，orMona，hasgivenbirthtomanyillustriousmen，butfew，uponthewhole，entitledtomorehonourablementionthanhimself。Fromahumblesituationinlife，forheservedanapprenticeshiptoacooperatHolyhead，heraisedhimselfbyhisindustryandtalentstoaffluenceanddistinction，becamealandedproprietorinthecountyofCardigan，andinspectoroftheroyaldomainsandminesinWales。Perhapsamanmoregenerallyaccomplishedneverexisted；hewasafirst—ratemechanic，anexpertnavigator，agreatmusician，bothintheoryandpractice，andapoetofsingularexcellence。Ofhimitwassaid，andwithtruth，thathecouldbuildashipandsailit，frameaharpandmakeitspeak，writeanodeandsetittomusic。Yetthatsaying，eulogisticasitis，isfarfromexpressingallthevastpowersandacquirementsofLewisMorris。Thoughself—taught，hewasconfessedlythebestWelshscholarofhisage，andwaswell—versedinthosecognatedialectsoftheWelsh—theCornish，Armoric，HighlandGaelicandIrish。HewaslikewisewellacquaintedwithHebrew，GreekandLatin，hadstudiedAnglo—Saxonwithsomesuccess，andwasawriterofboldandvigorousEnglish。Hewasbesidesagoodgeneralantiquary，andforknowledgeofancientWelshcustoms，traditions，andsuperstitions，hadnoequal。Yetallhasnotbeensaidwhichcanbeutteredinhispraise；hehadqualitiesofmindwhichentitledhimtohigheresteemthananyaccomplishmentconnectedwithintellectorskill。Amongstthesewerehisnoblegenerosityandsacrificeofselfforthebenefitofothers。Weeksandmonthshewasinthehabitofdevotingtothesuperintendenceoftheaffairsofthewidowandfatherless：oneofhisprincipaldelightswastoassistmerit，tobringitbeforetheworldandtoprocureforititsproperestimation：itwashewhofirstdiscoveredthetunefulgeniusofblindParry；itwashewhofirstputtheharpintohishand；itwashewhofirstgavehimscientificinstruction；itwashewhocheeredhimwithencouragementandassistedhimwithgold。ItwashewhoinstructedthecelebratedEvanEvansintheancientlanguageofWales，enablingthattalentedbuteccentricindividualtoreadthepagesoftheRedBookofHergestaseasilyasthoseoftheWelshBible；itwashewhocorrectedhisverseswithmatchlessskill，refiningandpolishingthemtilltheybecamewellworthyofbeingreadbyposterity；itwashewhogavehimadvice，which，haditbeenfollowed，wouldhavemadethePrydyddHir，ashecalledhimself，oneofthemostillustriousWelshmenofthelastcentury；anditwashewhofirsttoldhiscountrymenthattherewasayouthofAngleseywhosegenius，ifproperlyencouraged，promisedfairtorivalthatofMilton：oneofthemosteloquentletterseverwrittenisonebyhim，inwhichhedescantsuponthebeautiesofcertainpoemsofGronwyOwen，thelatentgeniusofwhoseearlyboyhoodhehadobserved，whomhehadclothed，educatedandassisteduptotheperiodwhenhewasordainedaministeroftheChurch，andwhomhefinallyrescuedfromastateborderingonstarvationinLondon，procuringforhimanhonourableappointmentintheNewWorld。
　　ImmortalitytoLewisMorris！Butimmortalityhehaswon，evenashisillustriouspupilhassaid，whoinhiselegyuponhisbenefactor，writteninAmerica，inthefour—and—twentymeasures，atatimewhenGronwyhadnotheardtheWelshlanguagespokenformorethantwentyyears，haswordstothefollowingeffect：—
　　"AslongasBardicloreshalllast，scienceandlearningbecherished，thelanguageandbloodoftheBritonsundefiled，songbeheardonParnassus，heavenandearthbeinexistence，foambeonthesurge，andwaterintheriver，thenameofLewisofMonshallbeheldingratefulremembrance。"
　　CHAPTERXLI
　　ThePier—IrishReapers—WildIrishFace—FatherToban—TheHerdofSwine—LatinBlessing。
　　THEdaywasashotastheprecedingone。Iwalkedslowlytowardsthewest，andpresentlyfoundmyselfuponapier，orbreakwater，atthemouthoftheharbour。Alargesteamerlayatalittledistancewithinthepier。Therewerefishing—boatsonbothsides，thegreaternumberontheouterside，whichliestowardsthehillofHolyHead。OntheshadysideofthebreakwaterunderthewallweretwoorthreedozenofIrishreapers；somewerelyingasleep，othersinpartiesoftwoorthreewereseatedwiththeirbacksagainstthewall，andweretalkingIrish；theselastallappearedtobewell—
　　mademiddle—sizedyoungfellows，withratheraruffianlylook；theystaredatmeasIpassed。Thewholepartyhadshillealahseitherintheirhandsorbytheirsides。Iwenttotheextremityofthepier，wherewasalittlelighthouse，andthenturnedback。AsI
　　againdrewneartheIrish，Iheardahubbubandobservedagreatcommotionamongstthem。All，whetherthosewhomIhadseensitting，orthosewhomIhadseenreclining，hadgot，orweregettingontheirlegs。AsIpassedthemtheywereallstandingup，andtheireyeswerefixeduponmewithastrangekindofexpression，partlyofwonder，methought，partlyofrespect。"Yes，’tishe，sureenough，"Iheardonewhisper。OnIwent，andataboutthirtyyardsfromthelastIstopped，turnedroundandleanedagainstthewall。AlltheIrishwerelookingatme—presentlytheyformedintoknotsandbegantodiscourseveryeagerlyinIrish，thoughinanundertone。AtlengthIobservedafellowgoingfromoneknottotheother，exchangingafewwordswitheach。
　　Afterhehadheldcommunicationwithallhenoddedhishead，andcametowardsmewithaquickstep；thereststoodsilentandmotionlesswiththeireyesturnedinthedirectioninwhichIwas，andinwhichhewasadvancing。Hestoppedwithinayardofmeandtookoffhishat。Hewasanathleticfellowofabouttwenty—eight，dressedinbrownfrieze。Hisfeatureswereswarthy，andhiseyesblack；ineverylineamentofhiscountenancewasajumbleofsavageryandroguishness。IneversawamoregenuinewildIrishface—therehestoodlookingatmefullintheface，hishatinonehandandhisshillealahintheother。
　　"Well，whatdoyouwant？"saidI，afterwehadstaredateachotherabouthalfaminute。
　　"Sure，I’mjustcomeonthepartoftheboysandmyselftobegabitofafavourofyourreverence。"
　　"Reverence，"saidI，"whatdoyoumeanbystylingmereverence？"
　　"Ochsure，becausetobestyledyourreverenceistherightofyourreverence。"
　　"Praywhatdoyoutakemefor？"
　　"Ochsure，weknowsyourreverenceverywell。"
　　"Well，whoamI？"
　　"Och，whyFatherTobantobesure。"
　　"AndwhoknowsmetobeFatherToban？"
　　"Och，aboyhereknowsyourreverencetobeFatherToban。"
　　"Whereisthatboy？"
　　"Herehestands，yourreverence。"
　　"Areyouthatboy？"
　　"Iam，yourreverence。"
　　"AndyoutoldtherestthatIwasFatherToban？"
　　"Idid，yourreverence。"
　　"AndyouknowmetobeFatherToban？"
　　"Ido，yourreverence。"
　　"HowdoyouknowmetobeFatherToban？"
　　"Och，whybecausemany’sthegoodtimethatIhaveheardyourreverence，FatherToban，saymass。"
　　"Andwhatisityouwantmetodo？"
　　"Why，seehere，yourreverence，wearegoingtoembarkinthedirtysteameryonderforouldIreland，whichstartsassoonasthetideserves，andwewantyourreverencetoblessusbeforewegoes。"
　　"Youwantmetoblessyou？"
　　"Wedo，yourreverence，wewantyoutospitoutalittlebitofablessinguponusbeforewegoesonboard。"
　　"Andwhatgoodwouldmyblessingdoyou？"
　　"Allkindsofgood，yourreverence；itwouldpreventthedirtysteamerfromcatchingfire，yourreverence，orfromgoingdown，yourreverence，orfromrunningagainsttheblackguardHillofHowthinthemist，providedthereshouldbeone。"
　　"AndsupposeIweretotellyouthatIamnotFatherToban？"
　　"Och，yourreverence，willneverthinkofdoingthat。"
　　"WouldyoubelievemeifIdid？"
　　"Wewouldnot，yourreverence。"
　　"IfIweretoswearthatIamnotFatherToban？"
　　"Wewouldnot，yourreverence。"
　　"Ontheevangiles？"
　　"Wewouldnot，yourreverence。"
　　"OntheCross？"
　　"Wewouldnot，yourreverence。"
　　"AndsupposeIweretorefusetogiveyouablessing？"
　　"Och，yourreverencewillneverrefusetoblessthepoorboys。"
　　"ButsupposeIweretorefuse？"
　　"Why，insuchacase，whichby—the—byeisaltogetherimpossible，weshouldjustmakebouldtogiveyourreverenceagoodbigbating。"
　　"Youwouldbreakmyhead？"
　　"Wewould，yourreverence。"
　　"Killme？"
　　"Wewould，yourreverence。"
　　"Youwouldreallyputmetodeath？"
　　"Wewouldnot，yourreverence。"
　　"Andwhat’sthedifferencebetweenkillingandputtingtodeath？"
　　"Och，surethere’sallthedifferenceintheworld。Killingmanesonlyagoodbigbating，suchaseveryIrishmanisusedto，andwhichyourreverencewouldgetoverlongbeforematins，whereasputtingyourreverencetodeathwouldpreventyourreverencefromsayingmassforeverandaday。"
　　"Andyouaredeterminedonhavingablessing？"
　　"Weare，yourreverence。"
　　"Byhookorbycrook？"
　　"Bycrookorbyhook，yourreverence。"
　　"BeforeIblessyou，willyouanswermeaquestionortwo？"
　　"Iwill，yourreverence。"
　　"Areyounotasetofgreatbigblackguards？"
　　"Weare，yourreverence。"
　　"Withoutonegoodquality？"