over. But lo! there leaped upon a fourth Stone a learned counsel and member of Parliament, aged—well, middle-aged, who proceeded to deliver himself of a flood of ancient British, and he was Llew Towy, the Crownéd 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, "Clywch! 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.
