"I have not come hither to discuss Goronwy and his sour humors," said Howel; "but to announce to you that Pabo is gone."
"Whither?"
"That I do not know."
"For how long?"
"That also I cannot say."
"Is he in danger?" Morwen's color fled, and she put her hand to her bosom.
"At present he is in none; for how long he will be free I cannot say, and something depends on you."
"On me! I will do anything, everything for him."
"To-morrow the sleuth-hounds will be after him: his safety lies in remaining hid."
"But why has he not come to me and told me so?"