mullo o' Winnie Wynne.'

'At last then,' I said to myself, 'I know the form the mania has
taken. It is not her own betrothal, but mine with Winnie's wraith,
that is deluding her crazy brain. How well I remember telling her how
I had promised Winnie as a child to be betrothed by Knockers' Llyn.
Poor Sinfi! Mad or sane, her generosity remains undimmed.'

Before the breakfast cloth could be laid--indeed before the basket
was unpacked--she asked me to look at my watch, and on my doing so
and telling her the time, she jumped up and said, 'It's later than I
thought. We must lay the cloth arterwards.' She then placed me in
that same crevice overlooking the tarn whence Winnie had come to me
on that morning.

Knockers' Llyn, it will perhaps be remembered, is enclosed in a
little gorge opening by a broken, ragged fissure at the back to the
east. Leading to this opening there is on one side a narrow, jagged
shelf which runs half-way round the pool. Sinfi's movements now were
an exact repetition of everything she did on that first morning of
our search for Winnie.

While I stood partially concealed in my crevice, Sinfi took up her
crwth, which was lying on the rock.

'What are you going; to do, Sinfi?' I said.

'I'm just goin' to bring back old times for you. You remember that
mornin' when my crwth and song called Winnie to us at this very llyn?
I'm goin' to play on my crwth and sing the same song now. It's to
draw her livin' mullo, as I did at Bettws and Beddgelert, so that the
dukkeripen of the "Golden Hand" may come true.'

'But how can it come true, Sinfi?' I said.

'The dukkeripen allus does come true, whether it's good or whether
it's bad.'

'Not always,' I said.

'No, not allus,' she cried, starting up, while there came over her
face that expression which had so amazed me at Beddgelert. When at
last breath came to her she was looking towards y Wyddfa through the
kindling haze.

'There you're right, Hal Aylwin. It ain't every dukkeripen as comes
true. The dukkeripen allus comes true, unless it's one as says a
Gorgio shall come to the Kaulo Camloes an' break Sinfi Lovell's
heart. Before that dukkeripen shall come true Sinfi Lovell 'ud cut
her heart out. Yes, my fine Gorgio, she'd cut it out--she'd cut it
out and fling it in that 'ere llyn. She did cut it out when she took
the cuss on herself. She's a-cuttin' it out now.'

Then without saying another word Sinfi took up her crwth and moved
towards the llyn.