Llewelyn paused, choking back the fierce tide of passion which went far
to unman him. He had not forgotten the humiliation placed upon him so
recently, when his father had compelled him to sue for pardon to an
English maiden. His heart was burning, his soul was stirred to its
depths. He had to stop short lest his passion should carry him away.

Howel seemed to understand him without the medium of words. The links
which bound the twin brothers together were very subtle and very strong.
If Llewelyn were the more violent and headstrong, Howel was more than
his equal in diplomacy. He shared every feeling of his brother's heart,
but he was less outspoken and less rash.

"I know what thou wouldst do," he said thoughtfully: "thou wouldst force
upon our father a step which shall make a rupture with the English
inevitable. Thou wouldst do a thing which should bring upon us the wrath
of the mighty Edward, and force both ourselves and our neighbours to
take arms against him. Is not that so?"

"Ay, truly; and could such a thing be, gladly would I lay down my life
in the cause of liberty and freedom."

Howel was pondering deeply.

"Perchance it might be done," he said.

Llewelyn eagerly raised his head.

"Thinkest thou so? How?"

"I know not yet, but we shall have time for thought. Knowest thou that