egan crying aloud, "Alleluia!" The Britons
followed their example, and the wooded valley resounded with cries of
"Alleluia! Alleluia!" The shouts and the unexpected appearance of
thousands of men caused such terror to the Picts that they took to flight
in the greatest confusion; hundreds were trampled to death by their
companions, and not a few were drowned in the river Alan {8} which runs
through the valley.

There are several churches dedicated to Garmon in Wales, but whether
there are any dedicated to Lupus I am unable to say. After leaving
Llanarmon I found myself amongst lumpy hills through which the road led
in the direction of the south. Arriving where several roads met I
followed one and became bewildered amidst hills and ravines. At last I
saw a small house close by a nant or dingle, and turned towards it for
the purpose of inquiring my way. On my knocking at the door a woman made
her appearance, of whom I asked in Welsh whether I was in the road to
Llan Rhyadr. She said that I was out of it, but that if I went towards
the south I should see a path on my left which would bring me to it. I
asked her how far it was to Llan Rhyadr.

"Four long miles," she replied.

"And what is the name of the place where we are now?" said I.

"Cae Hir" (the long inclosure), said she.

"Are you alone in the house?" said I.

"Quite alone," said she; "but my husband and people will soon be home
from the field, for it is getting dusk."

"Have you any Saxon?" said I.

"Not a word," said she, "have I of the iaith dieithr, nor has my husband,
nor any one of my people."

I bade her farewell, and soon reached the road, which led south and
north. As I was bound for the south I strode forward briskly in that
direction. The road was between romantic hills; heard Welsh songs
proceeding from the hill fields on my right, and the murmur of a brook
rushing down a deep nant on my left. I went on till I came to a
collection of houses which an old woman, with a cracked voice and a small
tin milk-pail, whom I assisted in getting over a stile into the road,
told me was called Pen Strit--probably the head of the street. She spoke
English, and on my asking her how she had learnt the English tongue, she
told me that she had learnt it of her mother who was an English woman.
She said that I was two miles from Llan Rhyadr, and that I must go
straight forward. I did so till I reached a place where the road
branched into two, one beari