MY PEOPLE
child? Puah has passed her fruitfulness, and am I not the hope of the Bern-Davydds?”
“But, dull Adam bach,” said Puah, “why do you go low for a female? Mercy me! Lissi a Bern-Davydd! Repent you now, and be a goldy boy.”
Bern-Davydd’s heart hardened against his stubborn son, and the colour of his face became that of the sun-dried walls of the quarry on the moor; and he informed God of a just punishment for those who rebel.
Soon people began to whisper that before long Adam would be a father; the whisper rose into a shout, and it was cried on the tramping way, and even at the gates of Capel Sion. Bern-Davydd and Lamech heard it, and they trembled.
The father proclaimed from the pulpit:
“I have searched my soul for some sin that, unbeknown to myself, I might have committed. Did I find any? No, indeed to goodness, now, I didn’t. Yet the Big
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