those who were likely to be involved in the coming struggle. The boys
all possessed the quick musical ear of their race, and found no
difficulty in mastering the language; but neither Llewelyn nor Howel
would ever speak a single word of the hated tongue if they could help
it, though Wendot and Griffeth conversed often with the old monk right
willingly.

So as Wendot looked down into the bright little upturned face, he was
able to reply readily and smilingly:

"Where would you like to go, little lady, and what would you like me to
show you?"

"Oh, everything -- all out there," said the little girl, with a wave of
her hand towards the front door. "I want to go and see the sun. I am
tired of it in here."

Wendot led the child through the hall, and out upon the great terrace
which overlooked the steep descent to the valley and away to the glowing
west. Griffeth followed, glad that his elder brother had been preferred
before himself by the little maiden, yet half fascinated by her nameless
charm. Wendot lifted her up in his strong arms to see over the wide
stone balustrade, and she made him set her down there and perch himself
by her side; for she seemed loath to go back to the hall again, and the
boys were as willing as she to remain out in the open air.

"It is pretty here," said the child graciously; "I think I should like
to live here sometimes, if it was always summer. Tell me your name, big
boy. I hope it is not very hard. Some people here have names I cannot
speak right."

"They call me Res Wendot," answered the lad; "generally Wendot at home
here. This is Griffeth, my youngest brother. Those are not hard names,
are they?"

"No, not very. And how old are you, Wendot?"

"I am fifteen."

"Oh, how big you are!" said the little lady, opening her eyes wide; "I
thought you must be much older than that. I am twelve, and you can lift
me up in your arms. But then I always was so little -- they all say so."

"Yet you travel about with your father," said Wendot.

"I never did before; but this time I begged, and he took me. Sometimes
he says he shall have to put me in a nunnery, because he has nobody to
take care of me when he has to travel about. But I don't think I should
like that; I would rather stay here."

Wendot and Griffeth laughed; but the child was not at all disconcerted.
She was remarkably self possessed for her years, even if she was small
of stature and infantile in appearance.

"What is your name?