cametoacollectionofhouseswhichanoldwoman，withacrackedvoiceandasmalltinmilk—pail，whomIassistedingettingoverastileintotheroad，toldmewascalledPenStrit—probablytheheadofthestreet。ShespokeEnglish，andonmyaskingherhowshehadlearnttheEnglishtongue，shetoldmethatshehadlearntitofhermotherwhowasanEnglishwoman。ShesaidthatIwastwomilesfromLlanRhyadr，andthatImustgostraightforward。IdidsotillIreachedaplacewheretheroadbranchedintotwo，onebearingsomewhattotheleft，andtheothertotheright。AfterstandingaminuteinperplexityItooktheright—handroad，butsoonguessedthatIhadtakenthewrongone，astheroaddwindledintoamerefootpath。HearingsomeonewalkingontheothersideofthehedgeIinquiredinWelshwhetherIwasgoingrightforLlanRhyadr，andwasansweredbyavoiceinEnglish，apparentlythatofawoman，thatIwasnot，andthatImustgoback。Ididso，andpresentlyawomancamethroughagatetome。
　　"Areyoutheperson，"saidI，"whojustnowansweredmeinEnglishafterIhadspokeninWelsh？"
　　"IntruthIam，"saidshe，withahalflaugh。
　　"AndhowcameyoutoanswermeinEnglishafterIhadspokentoyouinWelsh？"
　　"Because，"saidshe，"itwaseasyenoughtoknowbyyourvoicethatyouwereanEnglishman。"
　　"YouspeakEnglishremarkablywell，"saidI。
　　"AndsodoyouWelsh，"saidthewoman；"IhadnoideathatitwaspossibleforanyEnglishmantospeakWelshhalfsowell。"
　　"Iwonder，"thoughtItomyself，"whatyouwouldhaveansweredifI
　　hadsaidthatyouspeakEnglishexecrably。"ByherownaccountshecouldreadbothWelshandEnglish。Shewalkedbymysidetotheturn，andthenuptheleft—handroad，whichshesaidwasthewaytoLlanRhyadr。Comingtoacottageshebademegood—nightandwentin。Theroadwashorriblymiry：presently，asIwasstaggeringthroughaslough，justafterIhadpassedalittlecottage，Iheardacrackedvoicecrying，"Isupposeyoulostyourway？"I
　　recogniseditasthatoftheoldwomanwhomIhadhelpedoverthestile。Shewasnowstandingbehindalittlegatewhichopenedintoagardenbeforethecottage。Thefigureofamanwasstandingnearher。Itoldherthatshewasquiterightinhersupposition。
　　"Ah，"saidshe，"youshouldhavegonestraightforward。"
　　"IfIhadgonestraightforward，"saidI，"Imusthavegoneoverahedge，atthecornerofafieldwhichseparatedtworoads；insteadofbiddingmegostraightforwardyoushouldhavetoldmetofollowtheleft—handroad。"
　　"Well，"saidshe，"besureyoukeepstraightforwardnow。"
　　Iaskedherwhothemanwasstandingnearher。
　　"Itismyhusband，"saidshe。
　　"HashemuchEnglish？"saidI。
　　"Noneatall，"saidshe，"forhismotherwasnotEnglish，likemine。"Ibadehergood—nightandwentforward。PresentlyIcametoameetingofroads，andtogostraightforwarditwasnecessarytopassthroughaquagmire；remembering，however，thewordsofmyfriendthebeldameIwentstraightforward，thoughinsodoingI
　　wasslougheduptotheknees。InalittletimeIcametorapiddescent，andatthebottomofittoabridge。Itwasnowverydark；onlythecornerofthemoonwascastingafaintlight。AftercrossingthebridgeIhadoneortwoascentsanddescents。AtlastIsawlightsbeforemewhichprovedtobethoseofLlanRhyadr。I
　　soonfoundmyselfinadirtylittlestreet，and，inquiringfortheinn，waskindlyshownbyamantoonewhichhesaidwasthebest，andwhichwascalledtheWynstayArms。
　　CHAPTERLXV
　　InnatLlanRhyadr—AlowEnglishman—Enquiries—TheCook—A
　　PreciousCouple。
　　THEinnseemedverylarge，butdidnotlookverycheerful。Nootherguestthanmyselfseemedtobeinit，exceptinthekitchen，whereIheardafellowtalkingEnglishandoccasionallyyellinganEnglishsong：themasterandthemistressofthehousewerecivil，andlightedmeafireinwhatwascalledtheCommercialRoom，andputtingplentyofcoalsinthegratesoonmadetheapartmentwarmandcomfortable。Iordereddinnerorrathersupper，whichinabouthalf—an—hourwasbroughtinbythewoman。ThesupperwhethergoodorbadIdespatchedwiththeappetiteofonewhohadwalkedtwentymilesoverhillanddale。
　　OccasionallyIheardadreadfulnoiseinthekitchen，andthewomantoldmethatthefellowtherewasmakinghimselfexceedinglydisagreeable，chieflyshebelievedbecauseshehadrefusedtolethimsleepinthehouse。Shesaidthathewasalowfellowthatwentaboutthecountrywithfish，andthathewasthemorereadytoinsultherasthemasterofthehousewasnowgoneout。IaskedifhewasanEnglishman，"Yes，"saidshe，"alowEnglishman。"
　　"Thenhemustbelowindeed，"saidI。"AlowEnglishmanisthelowestofthelow。"AfteralittletimeIheardnomorenoise，andwastoldthatthefellowwasgoneaway。Ihadalittlewhiskyandwater，andthenwenttobed，sleepinginatolerablechamberbutrathercold。Therewasmuchrainduringthenightandalsowind；
　　windowsrattled，andIoccasionallyheardthenoiseoffallingtiles。
　　Iaroseabouteight。Notwithstandingthenighthadbeensotempestuousthemorningwassunshinyandbeautiful。HavingorderedbreakfastIwalkedoutinordertolookatthetown。LlanRhyadrisasmallplace，havingnothingremarkableinitsaveanancientchurchandastrangelittleantiquemarket—house，standingonpillars。Itissituatedatthewesternendofanextensivevalleyandattheentranceofaglen。Abrookorrivuletrunsthroughit，whichcomesdowntheglenfromthecelebratedcataract，whichisaboutfourmilesdistanttothewest。Twoloftymountainsformtheentranceoftheglen，andtowerabovethetown，oneonthesouthandtheotheronthenorth。Theirnames，iftheyhaveany，Ididnotlearn。
　　Afterstrollingaboutthelittleplaceforaboutaquarterofanhour，staringatthethingsandthepeople，andbeingstaredatbythelatter，Ireturnedtomyinn，astructurebuiltinthemodernGothicstyle，andwhichstandsnearlyoppositetothechurchyard。
　　WhilstbreakfastingIaskedthelandlady，whowasbustlingabouttheroom，whethershehadeverheardofOwenGlendower。
　　"Intruth，sir，Ihave。Hewasagreatgentlemanwholivedalongtimeago，and，and—"
　　"GavetheEnglishagreatdealoftrouble，"saidI。
　　"Justso，sir；atleastIdaresayitisso，asyousayit。"
　　"Anddoyouknowwherehelived？"
　　"Idonot，sir；Isupposeagreatwayoff，somewhereinthesouth。"
　　"DoyoumeanSouthWales？"
　　"Intruth，sir，Ido。"
　　"Thereyouaremistaken，"saidI；"andalsoinsupposinghelivedagreatwayoff。HelivedinNorthWales，andnotfarfromthisplace。"
　　"Intruth，sir，youknowmoreabouthimthanI。"
　　"DidyoueverhearofaplacecalledSycharth？
　　"Sycharth！Sycharth！Ineverdid，sir。"
　　"ItistheplacewhereGlendowerlived，anditisnotfaroff。I
　　wanttogothere，butdonotknowtheway。"
　　"Sycharth！Sycharth！"saidthelandladymusingly："IwonderifitistheplacewecallSychnant。"
　　"Istheresuchaplace？"
　　"Yes，sure；aboutsixmilesfromhere，nearLangedwin。"
　　"Whatkindofplaceisit？"
　　"Intruth，sir，Idonotknow，forIwasneverthere。Mycook，however，inthekitchen，knowsallaboutit，forshecomesfromthere。"
　　"CanIseeher？"
　　"Yes，sure；Iwillgoatonceandfetchher。"
　　Shethenlefttheroomandpresentlyreturnedwiththecook，ashort，thickgirlwithbluestaringeyes。
　　"Heresheis，sir，"saidthelandlady，"butshehasnoEnglish。"
　　"Allthebetter，"saidI。"SoyoucomefromaplacecalledSychnant？"saidItothecookinWelsh。
　　"Intruth，sir，Ido；"saidthecook。
　　"DidyoueverhearofagwrboneddigcalledOwenGlendower？"
　　"Often，sir，often；helivedinourplace。"
　　"HelivedinaplacecalledSycharth？"saidI。
　　"Well，sir；andweoftheplacecallitSycharthasoftenasSychnant；nay，oftener。"
　　"Ishishousestanding？"
　　"Itisnot；butthehillonwhichitstoodisstillstanding。"
　　"Isitahighhill？"
　　"Itisnot；itisasmall，lighthill。"
　　"Alighthill！"saidItomyself。"OldIoloGoch，OwenGlendower’sbard，saidthechieftaindweltinahouseonalighthill。
　　"’TheredwellsthechiefweallextolIntimberhouseonlightsomeknoll。’
　　"Istherealittlerivernearit，"saidItothecook，"affrwd？"
　　"Thereis；itrunsjustunderthehill。"
　　"Isthereamillupontheffrwd？"
　　"Thereisnot；thatis，now—buttherewasintheoldtime；afactoryofwoollenstandsnowwherethemilloncestood。"
　　"’AmillarushingbrookuponAndpigeontowerfram’dofstone。’
　　"SosaysIoloGoch，"saidItomyself，"inhisdescriptionofSycharth；Iamontherightroad。"
　　IaskedthecooktowhomthepropertyofSycharthbelongedandwastoldofcoursetoSirWatkin，whoappearstobetheMarquisofDenbighshire。AfterafewmorequestionsIthankedherandtoldhershemightgo。Ithenfinishedmybreakfast，paidmybill，andaftertellingthelandladythatIshouldreturnatnight，startedforLlangedwinandSycharth。
　　AbroadandexcellentroadledalongthevalleyinthedirectioninwhichIwasproceeding。
　　Thevalleywasbeautifulanddottedwithvariousfarm—houses，andthelandappearedtobeinashighastateofcultivationasthesoilofmyownNorfolk，thatcountysodeservedlycelebratedforitsagriculture。Theeasternsideisboundedbyloftyhills，andtowardsthenorththevaleiscrossedbythreeruggedelevations，themiddlemostofwhich，called，asanoldmantoldme，BrynDinas，terminatestothewestinanexceedinglyhighandpicturesquecrag。
　　Afteranhour’swalkingIovertooktwopeople，amanandawomanladenwithbasketswhichhungaroundthemoneveryside。Themanwasayoungfellowofabouteight—and—twenty，witharoundface，fairflaxenhair，andringsinhisears；thefemalewasabloomingbuxomlassofabouteighteen。AftergivingthemtheseleofthedayIaskedthemiftheywereEnglish。
　　"Aye，aye，master，"saidtheman；"weareEnglish。"
　　"Wheredoyoucomefrom？"saidI。
　　"FromWrexham，"saidtheman。
　　"IthoughtWrexhamwasinWales，"said"Ifitbe，"saidtheman，"thepeoplearenotWelsh；amanisnotahorsebecausehehappenstobeborninastable。"
　　"Isthatyoungwomanyourwife？"saidI。
　　"Yes；"saidhe，"afterafashion"—andthenheleeredatthelass，andsheleeredathim。
　　"Doyouattendanyplaceofworship？"saidI。
　　"Agreatmany，master！"
　　"Whatplacedoyouchieflyattend？"saidI。
　　"TheChequers，master！"
　　"Dotheypreachthebestsermonsthere？"saidI。
　　"No，master！buttheysellthebestalethere。"
　　"Doyouworshipale？"saidI。
　　"Yes，master，Iworshipsale。"
　　"Anythingelse？"saidI。
　　"Yes，master！Iandmymortworshipssomethingbesidesgoodale；
　　don’twe，Sue？"andthenheleeredatthemort，wholeeredathim，andbothmadeoddmotionsbackwardsandforwards，causingthebasketswhichhungroundthemtocreakandrustle，andutteringloudshoutsoflaughter，whichrousedtheechoesoftheneighbouringhills。
　　"Genuinedescendants，nodoubt，"saidItomyselfasIwalkedbrisklyon，"ofcertainoftheoldheathenSaxonswhofollowedRagintoWalesandsettleddownaboutthehousewhichhebuilt。
　　Really，ifthesetwoareafairspecimenoftheWrexhampopulation，myfriendtheScotchpolicemanwasnotmuchoutwhenhesaidthatthepeopleofWrexhamweretheworstpeopleinWales。"
　　CHAPTERLXVI
　　Sycharth—TheKindlyWelcome—HappyCouple—Sycharth—RecallingtheDead—OdetoSycharth。
　　IWASnowatthenorthernextremityofthevalleynearagreathousepastwhichtheroadledinthedirectionofthenorth—east。
　　SeeingamanemployedinbreakingstonesIinquiredthewaytoSychnant。
　　"Youmustturntotheleft，"saidhe，"beforeyoucometoyongreathouse，followthepathwhichyouwillfindbehindit，andyouwillsoonbeinSychnant。"
　　"Andtowhomdoesthegreathousebelong？"
　　"Towhom？why，toSirWatkin。"
　　"Doesheresidethere？"
　　"Notoften。Hehasplentyofotherhouses，buthesometimescomestheretohunt。"
　　"Whatistheplace’sname？"
　　"LlanGedwin。"
　　Iturnedtotheleft，asthelabourerhaddirectedme。Thepathledupwardbehindthegreathouseroundahillthicklyplantedwithtrees。FollowingitIatlengthfoundmyselfonabroadroadonthetopextendingeastandwest，andhavingonthenorthandsouthbeautifulwoodedhills。Ifollowedtheroadwhichpresentlybegantodescend。OnreachinglevelgroundIovertookamaninawaggoner’sfrock，ofwhomIinquiredthewaytoSycharth。Hepointedwestwarddownthevaletowhatappearedtobeacollectionofhouses，nearasingular—lookingmonticle，andsaid，"ThatisSycharth。"
　　Wewalkedtogethertillwecametoaroadwhichbranchedoffontherighttoalittlebridge。
　　"Thatisyourway，"saidhe，andpointingtoalargebuildingbeyondthebridge，toweringupaboveanumberofcottages，hesaid，"thatisthefactoryofSycharth；"hethenleftme，followingthehighroad，whilstIproceededtowardsthebridge，whichIcrossed，andcomingtothecottagesenteredoneontherighthandofaremarkablyneatappearance。
　　Inacomfortablekitchenbyahearthonwhichblazedacheerfulbilletsatamanandwoman。BotharosewhenIentered：themanwastall，aboutfiftyyearsofage，andathleticallybuilt；hewasdressedinawhitecoat，corduroybreeches，shoes，andgreyworstedstockings。Thewomanseemedmanyyearsolderthantheman；shewastallalso，andstronglybuilt，anddressedintheancientfemalecostume，namely，akindofround，halfSpanishhat，longbluewoollenkirtleorgown，acrimsonpetticoat，andwhiteapron，andbroad，stoutshoeswithbuckles。
　　"Welcome，stranger，"saidtheman，afterlookingmeamomentortwofullintheface。
　　"Croesaw，dyndieithr—welcome，foreignman，"saidthewoman，surveyingmewithalookofgreatcuriosity。
　　"Won’tyousitdown？"saidtheman，handingmeachair。
　　Isatdown，andthemanandwomanresumedtheirseats。
　　"Isupposeyoucomeonbusinessconnectedwiththefactory？"saidtheman。
　　"No，"saidI，"mybusinessisconnectedwithOwenGlendower。"
　　"WithOwenGlendower？"saidtheman，staring。
　　"Yes，"saidI，"Icametoseehisplace。"
　　"Youwillnotseemuchofhishousenow，"saidtheman—"itisdown；onlyafewbricksremain。"
　　"ButIshallseetheplacewherehishousestood，"saidI，"whichisallIexpectedtosee。"
　　"Yes，youcanseethat。"
　　"Whatdoesthedyndieithrsay？"saidthewomaninWelshwithaninquiringlook。
　　"ThatheiscometoseetheplaceofOwenGlendower。"
　　"Ah！"saidthewomanwithasmile。
　　"Isthatgoodladyyourwife？"saidI。
　　"Sheis。"
　　"Shelooksmucholderthanyourself。"
　　"Andnowonder。Sheistwenty—oneyearsolder。"
　　"Howoldareyou？"
　　"Fifty—three。"
　　"Dearme，"saidI，"whatadifferenceinyourages。Howcameyoutomarry？"
　　"ShewasawidowandIhadlostmywife。Wewereloneintheworld，sowethoughtwewouldmarry。"
　　"Doyoulivehappilytogether？"
　　"Very。"
　　"Thenyoudidquiterighttomarry。Whatisyourname？"
　　"DavidRobert。"
　　"Andthatofyourwife？"
　　"GwenRobert。"
　　"DoesshespeakEnglish？"
　　"Shespeakssome，butnotmuch。"
　　"IstheplacewhereOwenlivedfarfromhere？"
　　"Itisnot。Itistheroundhillalittlewayabovethefactory。"
　　"Isthepathtoiteasytofind？"
　　"Iwillgowithyou，"saidtheman。"Iworkatthefactory，butI
　　neednotgothereforanhouratleast。"
　　Heputonhishatandbiddingmefollowhimwentout。Heledmeoveragushofwaterwhichpassingunderthefactoryturnsthewheel；thenceoverafieldortwotowardsahouseatthefootofthemountainwherehesaidthestewardofSirWatkinlived，ofwhomitwouldbeaswelltoapplyforpermissiontoascendthehill，asitwasSirWatkin’sground。Thestewardwasnotathome；hiswifewas，however，andshe，whenwetoldherwewishedtogotothetopofOwainGlendower’sHill，gaveuspermissionwithasmile。WethankedherandproceededtomountthehillormonticleoncetheresidenceofthegreatWelshchieftain，whomhisowndeedsandthepenofShakespearhaverenderedimmortal。
　　OwenGlendower’shillormountatSycharth，unliketheonebearinghisnameonthebanksoftheDee，isnotanartificialhill，buttheworkofnature，saveandexceptthattoacertainextentithasbeenmodifiedbythehandofman。Itissomewhatconicalandconsistsoftwostepsorgradations，wheretwofossesscoopedoutofthehillgoroundit，oneabovetheother，theloweroneembracingconsiderablythemostspace。Boththesefossesareaboutsixfeetdeep，andatonetimedoubtlesswerebricked，asstoutlarge，redbricksareyettobeseen，hereandthere，intheirsides。Thetopofthemountisjusttwenty—fivefeetacross。WhenIvisitedititwascoveredwithgrass，buthadoncebeensubjectedtotheploughasvariousfurrowsindicated。Themonticlestandsnotfarfromthewesternextremityofthevalley，nearlymidwaybetweentwohillswhichconfronteachothernorthandsouth，theonetothesouthbeingthehillwhichIhaddescended，andtheotherabeautifulwoodedheightwhichiscalledintheparlanceofthecountryLlwynSycharthorthegroveofSycharth，fromwhichcomesthelittlegushofwaterwhichIhadcrossed，andwhichnowturnsthewheelofthefactoryandonceturnedthatofOwenGlendower’smill，andfilledhistwomoats，partofthewaterbysomemechanicalmeanshavingbeenforceduptheeminence。OnthetopofthishillormonticleinatimberhousedweltthegreatWelshmanOwenGlendower，withhiswife，acomely，kindlywoman，andhisprogeny，consistingofstoutboysandbloominggirls，andthere，thoughwonderfullycrampedforwantofroom，hefeastedbardswhorequitedhishospitalitywithalliterativeodesverydifficulttocompose，andwhichatthepresentdayonlyafewbook—
　　wormsunderstand。Therehedweltformanyyears，thevirtualifnotthenominalkingofNorthWales，occasionallynodoubtlookingdownwithself—complaisancefromthetopofhisfastnessontheparksandfish—pondsofwhichhehadseveral；hismill，hispigeontower，hisploughedlands，andthecottagesofathousandretainers，huddledroundthelowerpartofthehill，orstrewnaboutthevalley；andtherehemighthavelivedanddiedhadnoteventscausedhimtodrawtheswordandengageinawar，attheterminationofwhichSycharthwasafire—scathedruin，andhimselfabroken—heartedoldmaninanchorite’sweeds，livinginacaveontheestateofSirJohnScudamore，thegreatHerefordshireproprietor，whomarriedhisdaughterElen，hisonlysurvivingchild。
　　AfterIhadbeenaconsiderabletimeonthehilllookingaboutmeandaskingquestionsofmyguide，Itookoutapieceofsilverandofferedittohim，thankinghimatthesametimeforthetroublehehadtakeninshowingmetheplace。Herefusedit，sayingthatI
　　wasquitewelcome。
　　Itriedtoforceituponhim。
　　"Iwillnottakeit，"saidhe；"butifyoucometomyhouseandhaveacupofcoffee，youmaygivesixpencetomyoldwoman。"
　　"Iwillcome，"saidI，"inashorttime。Inthemeanwhiledoyougo；Iwishtobealone。"
　　"Whatdoyouwanttodo？"
　　"TositdownandendeavourtorecallGlendower，andthetimesthatarepast。"
　　Thefinefellowlookedpuzzled；atlasthesaid，"Verywell，"
　　shruggedhisshoulders，anddescendedthehill。
　　WhenhewasgoneIsatdownonthebrowofthehill，andwithmyfaceturnedtotheeastbeganslowlytochantatranslationmadebymyselfinthedaysofmyboyhoodofanodetoSycharthcomposedbyIoloGochwhenupwardsofahundredyearsold，shortlyafterhisarrivalatthatplace，towhichhehadbeeninvitedbyOwenGlendower：—
　　TwicehaveIpledg’dmywordtotheeTocomethynoblefacetosee；
　　HispromisesleteverymanPerformasfarase’erhecan！
　　Fulleasyisthethingthat’ssweet，Andsweetthisjourneyisandmeet；
　　I’vevowedtoOwain’scourttogo，AndI’mresolvedtokeepmyvow；
　　SothitherstraightI’lltakemywayWithblithesomeheart，andthereI’llstay，Respectandhonour，whilstIbreathe，Tofindhishonour’droofbeneath。
　　Mychiefoflonglin’dancestryCanharboursonsofpoesy；
　　I’veheard，forsothemusehastold，He’skindandgentletotheold；
　　Yes，tohiscastleIwillhie；
　　There’snonetomatchit’neaththesky：
　　Itisabaron’sstatelycourt，Wherebardsforsumptuousfareresort；
　　TheredwellsthelordofPowisland，Whograntetheveryjustdemand。
　　ItslikenessnowI’lllimnyouout：
　　’Tiswatergirdledwideabout；
　　ItshowsawideandstatelydoorReachedbyabridgethewatero’er；
　　’Tisformedofbuildingscoupledfair，Couplediseverycouplethere；
　　WithinaquadratestructuretallMusterthemerrypleasuresall。
　　Conjointlyaretheanglesbound—
　　Noflawinalltheplaceisfound。
　　StructuresincontactmeettheeyeUponthehillock’stoponhigh；
　　IntoeachotherfastenedtheyTheformofahardknotdisplay。
　　TheredwellsthechiefweallextolIntimberhouseonlightsomeknoll；
　　UponfourwoodencolumnsproudMountethhismansiontothecloud；
　　Eachcolumn’sthickandfirmlybas’d，Anduponeachaloftisplac’d；
　　Inthesefourlofts，whichcoupledstand，Reposeatnighttheminstrelband；
　　Fourloftstheywereinpristinestate，Butnowpartitionedformtheyeight。
　　Tiledistheroof，oneachhouse—topRisesmoke—ejectingchimneysup。
　　AllofoneformthereareninehallsEachwithninewardrobesinitswallsWithlinenwhiteaswellsuppliedAsfairestshopsoffam’dCheapside。
　　Beholdthatchurchwithcrossuprais’dAndwithitswindowsneatlyglaz’d；
　　Allhousesareinthiscomprest—
　　Anorchard’snearitofthebest，AlsoaparkwherevoidoffearFeedantler’dherdsoffallowdeer。
　　Awarrenwidemychiefcanboast，Ofgoodlysteedsacountlesshost。
　　Meadswhereforhaytheclovergrows，Corn—fieldswhichhedgestriminclose，Amillarushingbrookupon，Andpigeontowerfram’dofstone；
　　Afish—ponddeepanddarktosee，Tocastnetsinwhenneedtherebe，WhichneveryetwasknowntolackAplenteousstoreofperchandjack。
　　Ofvariousplumagebirdsabound；
　　Heronsandpeacockshauntaround，Whatluxurydothhishalladorn，Showingofcostasovereignscorn；