not loosed his clasp upon Llewelyn's arm.

"Say that thou art sorry ere I let thee go," he said, in low but very
stern tones; and after a moment's hesitation, Llewelyn spoke in audible
tones.

"I am sorry," he said slowly; "I am sorry."

And then as his father's clasp upon his arm relaxed he darted away like
an arrow from the bow, and plunged with Howel through a dark and gloomy
doorway which led up a winding turret stair to a narrow circular
chamber, which the brothers shared together.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" he panted fiercely; "ay, that indeed I am. Sorry
that I did not wring her neck as the fowler wrings the neck of the bird
his shaft hath brought down; sorry I did not cast her headlong down the
steep precipice, that there might be one less of the hated race
contaminating the air of our pure Wales with their poisonous breath.
Sorry! ay, that I am! I would my hand had done a deed which should have
set proud Edward's forces in battle array against us. I would that this
tampering with traitors were at an end, and that we warriors of South
Wales might stand shoulder to shoulder, firmly banded against the
foreign foe. I would plunge a dagger in the false heart of yon proud
Englishman as he lies sleeping in his bed tonight, if by doing so I
could set light to the smouldering flame of national hatred.

"What sayest thou? Can we do nought to bring upon us an open war, which
is a thousand times better than this treacherous, hollow peace? Our
father and mother are half won over to the cause of slavery. They --"