“Some water,” said I, “for I am thirsty, though I drank under the old bridge.”
The good woman brought me a basin of delicious milk and water.
“What are the names of the two bridges,” said I, “a little way from here?”
“They are called, sir, the old and new bridge of Tai Hirion; at least we call them so.”
“And what do you call the ffrwd that runs beneath them?”
“I believe, sir, it is called the river Twerin.”
“Do you know a lake far up there amidst the moors?”
“I have seen it, sir; they call it Llyn Twerin.”
“Does the river Twerin flow from it?”
“I believe it does, sir; but I do not know.”