CHAPTER XVII
BETRAYED
A congregation exceptionally large under existing circumstances assembled on Sunday morning before the church of Caio. Fear lest the Normans and English quartered in the place should find fresh occasion against the unhappy people, were they to absent themselves as on previous Sundays, led a good many to swallow their dislike of the man forced upon them as pastor, and to put in an appearance in the house of God.
They stood about, waiting for the bell to sound, and looked shrinkingly at the hideous spectacle of the two men suspended by the bell, and at the vacant spaces soon to be occupied by others. At the foot of the gallows sat Sheena moaning, and swaying herself to her musical and rhythmic keening.
Around the Court or Council-House stood guards. All those standing about knew that within it were Howel and three others, destined to execution during the week.
They spoke to each other in low tones, and looks of discouragement clouded every face. What could these inhabitants of a lone green basin in the heart of the mountains do to rid themselves of their oppressors and lighten their miserable condition? Griffith ap Rhys, the Prince, had appeared among them for a moment, flashed on their sight, and had then disappeared. Of him they had heard no more.
Some went into the church, prayed there awhile, and came out again. The new Archpriest had not put in an appearance.
It was then whispered that he had left Caio during the week, and was not returned.
Sarcastic comments passed: such was the pastor thrust on them who neglected his duties.
But Cadell was not to blame.