OF A GORSEDD AT THE GREAT STONES 191 

 over. But lo ! there leaped upon a fourth Stone a 

 learned counsel and member of Parliament, aged- 

 well, middle-aged, who proceeded to deliver him- 

 self of a flood of ancient British, and he was 

 Llew Towy, the Crowned Bard of this Gorsedd. 

 And to him replied that reverend Minister of His 

 Majesty (who was in truth none other than the 

 Arch Druid Callestr) and together they had it, 

 antiphonally, and what they said I do not know, 

 but I marked a closing together of the straw-hatted 

 females, and the ambulance men were obviously 

 preparing for work, and the policeman began to 

 look professional, and the cyclists seemed glad 

 that they had their swift machines handy. 



And every time that the little knot of supporters 

 cried, " Cly wch ! Clywch ! " the eyes of all those 

 persons turned apprehensively in our direction. 



Then came the granting of Bardic Honours. 

 Each of us, in turn, arm in arm between Nansi 

 Hir, the lady in blue muslin, and the Druidess 

 Caerwys, was led before the Arch Druid. Then 

 the Crowned Bard said precisely what he pleased 

 about us it sounded very abusive, but I am 

 assured that it was all compliments in support of 

 our pretensions, and the Arch Druid, laying hands 

 upon us, called us by our Bardic names, cracked a 

 jest at our expense, as we knelt before him, and 

 let us go. 



