Here the wife exclaimed, “How worldly-wise these English are!”
“You do not like the English,” said I.
“We do not dislike them,” said the woman; “at present they do us no harm, whatever they did of old.”
“But you still consider them,” said I, “the seed of Y Sarfes cadwynog, the coiling serpent.”
“I should be loth to call any people the seed of the serpent,” said the woman.
“But one of your great bards did,” said I.
“He must have belonged to the Church, and not to the chapel then,” said the woman. “No person who went to chapel would have used such bad words.”
“He lived,” said I, “before people were separated into those of the Church, and the chapel; did you ever hear of Taliesin Ben Beirdd?”
“I never did,” said the woman.
“But I have,” said the man; “and of Owain Glendower too.”