LAMENTATIONS
“Religious proper, you are, Evan. Not to me, man, not to Mistress Bern-Davydd you make your sacrifices, but to the Big Man. I keep your gift in trust for Him. What shall I say is the name of the sacrifice, Evan bach?”
“This day the wench Sara Ann is churning, and is she not bringing him a pound of little butter?”
“Evan Rhiw, there is no sound of such a sacrifice in the Bible.”
“And a tin pitcher full of buttermilk.”
“Did Abram offer the three Strangers buttermilk, Evan?”
“And a big cabbage with a white heart.”
“The Children of Israel, Evan bach, ate flesh.”
“And a full wheelbarrow of potatoes.”
“Tarry you awhile,” said Bern-Davydd, “and I will commune with the Big Man.”
Presently he made utterance: “This is what the Great One of Capel Sion says:
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