'If I knew any cause that I should succour it, I would take thy counsel,' answered Manawyddan, 'but as I know of none, I am minded to destroy it.'
'Do so then,' said Kicva.
So he went up a hill and set up two forks on the top, and while he was doing this he saw a scholar coming towards him, whose clothes were tattered. Now it was seven years since Manawyddan had seen man or beast in that place, and the sight amazed him.
'Good day to thee, my lord,' said the scholar.
'Good greeting to thee, scholar. Whence dost thou come?'
'From singing in England; but wherefore dost thou ask?'
'Because for seven years no man hath visited this place.'
'I wander where I will,' answered the scholar. 'And what work art thou upon?'
'I am about to hang a thief that I caught robbing me!'
'What manner of thief is that?' inquired the scholar. 'I see a creature in thy hand like unto a mouse, and ill does it become a man of thy rank to touch a reptile like this. Let it go free.'