“This is a very good man,” said the old weaver to his sons, “let us try him.”
The work they had been doing for a year he had done in one hour. When dinner was over the old man began to wash and shave, and his two sons began to do the same.
“Why is this?” asked Lawn Dyarrig.
“Haven’t you heard that Ur, son of the King, is to marry to-night the woman that he took from the Green Knight of Terrible Valley?”
“I have not,” said Lawn Dyarrig; “as all are going to the wedding, I suppose I may go without offence?”
“Oh, you may,” said the weaver; “there will be a hundred thousand welcomes before you.”
“Are there any linen sheets within?”
“There are,” said the weaver.
“It is well to have bags ready for yourself and two sons.”
