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 “Foolish is your speech,“ said Shan. “How shall we fend without a little cow and a little pig?” “Am I not of your flesh?” asked Samuel.

“Gift of the Big Father, good are you,” and the woman shivered in her happiness, and Owen and Shan lifted their feet and took all that was in the house and went to abide in the place appointed by Samuel.

Three years passed. Lissi Mari was out in the world. Owen was a power in Capel Sion, for the brand was lifted from the face of Shan.

Then a horrible thing happened: Samuel wrought folly in Capel Bethel, in Morfa, and the sound of it reached the high places of all the Capels.

Hugh Morgan, a deacon in Bethel, stopped his pony in front of Shop Rhys.

“Show him me the abode of Owen the Father of Samuel the minister of Bethel,” he said to Rhys.