"It is the pylgain," replied his man, Pont d'Arche, who knew something of Welsh.
"Pylgain! What is that?"
"The coming in of Christmas. They salute it with lights and carols and prayers and dances."
"Methinks I can hear sounds."
"Aye! they are coming to church."
"With torches—there are many."
"They all come."
Then a man came rushing up the hill; he was breathless. On reaching where stood Rogier, he gasped: "They come—a thousand men and all armed."
"It is a river of fire."
Along the road could be seen a waving line of light, and from all sides, down the mountains ran cascades of light as well.