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the floor of the cart; and Shan said to him: “Hide you this little patchwork quilt under the sacks and straw, for fear men’s eyes will see it and they jeer at you.”

Before departing, Owen said:

“Go you and dig a grave and have it ready that we can bury your son this night. Leave space between Dai’s and his for my coffin. When the Big Trumpet tones I will rise early and make excuses to the Angel not to be too hard on your sons as they were born of a miscarrying woman.”