“I daresay,” said the aged woman, “to those who can see.”
“Can you not see?”
“Very little. I am almost blind.”
“Can you not see me?”
“I can see something tall and dark before me; that is all.”
“Can you tell me the name of the bridge?”
“Pont y Glyn bin—the bridge of the glen of trouble.”
“And what is the name of this place?”
“Pen y bont—the head of the bridge.”
“What is your own name?”