"Hush-s-sh! not so loud, Gwen."
"Not so loud! not so loud!" she jibed bitterly. "If you fear my poor voice now, what will it be when all Wales is ringing with this last foul deed?"
Tad breathed hard, then caught her wrists suddenly, crushing them in his fierceness: "Listen, Gwenith. After all I'm no Tavis—I'm Gruffydd, and I love you."
She shrank away with wide, fearful eyes, her breath coming in little painful gasps.
"What—what do you mean, Tad?"
"I love you, Gwen."
"And——?"
"Well, I'm no Tavis—I'm Gruffydd."
Slowly the meaning which he himself hardly understood dawned on her.
"You'll save them, Tad?"