MY PEOPLE
“Sadrach the Large and Joshua Llanwen will prove her,” answered Shaci.
“Proper indeed to ask the Respected Bryn-Bevan to speak to her also,” said Bertha. “Go you off, the two of you together, and speak to him.”
Mali followed closely behind Shaci, and she was weeping the whole of the way, and her grief was so much that she spoke to none of the people who asked of her: “Mali fach, what for you weep, woman nice?”
“Come into the cowshed, sinners bach,” said the Respected Bryn-Bevan; “the mistress has been washing the flags. Ho, iss, the hand of the Lord is hard upon you this day.”
“Iss, Respected bach,” said Shaci.
“This thing, Shaci, does not please me. Samson Post came to me for guidance, and we agreed that Wite is not a Welsh word. Ho, Shaci, no one in the Book of Words is named Wite.”
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