"Cynyr," said he in the British tongue, "wilt thou have Indeg as thy wife?"
"Yes, yes!" Cynyr answered.
"And, Indeg, wilt thou have Cynyr as thy husband?"
She nodded her head several times.
"Then I declare before all these, men and women of the Plant y Cymry, that ye be man and wife together. And, Cynyr, thou shalt love Indeg as long as her life shall last; and thou, Indeg, shalt love Cynyr and obey him. The blessing of God is upon you; and ye shall go with my blessing, and with the blessing of Teilo."
Hand in hand the lovers wandered away over the young, green grass.
"Sixty days and no less will I fast before I consecrate Llywel's church," cried Teilo, his native generosity breaking forth, "and those two shall have my prayers at each day's offering!"
Gwhir, Teilo's bard at Llandaff, unslung his harp from his shoulder, and struck a triumphant prelude from the strings. He began to chant the praises of his master:
"Thrice a hundred servants of Christ does Teilo feed in his Bangor.
The fierce old dragon he drove to the seas—potent is our father.