From the court of the King;
And the little black calf
Tho’ suspended on the hook,
Come thou also, quite well home.”
They all immediately obeyed the summons of their mistress. The ‘little black calf,’ although it had been slaughtered, became alive again, and walked off with the rest of the stock at the command of the lady. This happened in the spring of the year, and there were from four oxen ploughing in one of the fields; to these she cried:—
“Pedwar eidion glas sydd ar y maes,
Deuwch chwithau yn iach adre!
The four grey oxen, that are on the field,
Come you also quite well home!”
Away the whole of the live stock went with the Lady across Myddfai Mountain, towards the lake from whence they came, a distance of above six miles, where they disappeared beneath its waters, leaving no trace behind except a well-marked furrow, which was made by the plough the oxen drew after them into the lake, and which remains to this day as a testimony to the truth of this story.