“In truth, sir, you know more about him than I.”
“Did you ever hear of a place called Sycharth?”
“Sycharth! Sycharth! I never did, sir.”
“It is the place where Glendower lived, and it is not far off. I want to go there, but do not know the way.”
“Sycharth! Sycharth!” said the landlady musingly; “I wonder if it is the place we call Sychnant.”
“Is there such a place?”
“Yes, sure; about six miles from here, near Llangedwin.”
“What kind of place is it?”
“In truth, sir, I do not know, for I was never there. My cook, however, in the kitchen, knows all about it, for she comes from there.”
“Can I see her?”