“Over the tops of the houses,” she replied.
“Any fish in the lake?”
“O yes! plenty.”
“What fish?”
“O there are llysowen, and the fish we call ysgetten.”
“Eels and tench,” said I; “anything else?”
“I do not know,” said the woman; “folks say that there used to be queer beast in the lake, water-cow used to come out at night and eat people’s clover in the fields.”
“Pooh,” said I, “that was merely some person’s cow or horse, turned out at night to fill its belly at other folks’ expense.”
“Perhaps so,” said the woman; “have you any more questions to ask?”
“Only one,” said I; “how far is it to Tregaron?”