"
"Do you live happily together?"
"Very."
"Then you did quite right to marry. What is your name?"
"David Robert."
"And that of your wife?"
"Gwen Robert."
"Does she speak English?"
"She speaks some, but not much."
"Is the place where Owen lived far from here?"
"It is not. It is the round hill a little way above the factory."
"Is the path to it easy to find?"
"I will go with you," said the man. "I work at the factory, but I
need not go there for an hour at least."
He put on his hat and bidding me follow him went out. He led me
over a gush of water which passing under the factory turns the
wheel; thence over a field or two towards a house at the foot of
the mountain where he said the steward of Sir Watkin lived, of whom
it would be as well to apply for permission to ascend the hill, as
it was Sir Watkin's ground. The steward was not at home; his wife
was, however, and she, when we told her we wished to go to the top
of Owain Glendower's Hill, gave us permission with a smile. We
thanked her and proceeded to mount the hill or monticle once the
residence of the great Welsh chieftain, whom his own deeds and the
pen of Shakespear have rendered immortal.
Owen Glendower's hill or mount at Sycharth, unlike the one bearing
his name on the banks of the Dee, is not an artificial hill, but
the work of nature, save and except that to a certain extent it has
been modified by the hand of man.
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