the groves, then there was gold there
to dazzle his eyes and silver flashing on his sight. He saw there all
kinds of musical instruments and all sorts of things for playing, but he
could discern no inhabitant in the whole place; and when he sat down to
eat, the dishes on the table came to their places of themselves and
disappeared when one had done with them. This puzzled him beyond
measure; moreover, he heard people talking together around him, but for
the life of him he could see no one but his old friend. At length the
fat man said to him, 'Thou canst now talk as much as it may please thee;'
but when he attempted to move his tongue it would no more stir than if it
had been a lump of ice, which greatly frightened him. At this point, a
fine old lady, with health and benevolence beaming in her face, came to
them and slightly smiled at the shepherd. The mother was followed by her
three daughters, who were remarkably beautiful. They gazed with somewhat
playful looks at him, and at length began to talk to him, but his tongue
would not wag. Then one of the girls came to him, and, playing with his
yellow and curly locks, gave him a smart kiss on his ruddy lips. This
loosened the string that bound his tongue, and he began to talk freely
and eloquently. There he was, under the charm of that kiss, in the bliss
of happiness, and there he remained a year and a day without knowing that
he had passed more than a day among them, for he had got into a country
where there was no reckoning of time. But by and by he began to feel
somewhat of a longing to visit his old home, and asked the stout man if
he might go. 'Stay a little yet,' said he, 'and thou shalt go for a
while.' That passed, he stayed on; but Olwen, for that was the name of
the damsel that had kissed him, was very unwilling that he should depart.
She looked sad every time he talked of going away, nor was he himself
without feeling a sort of a cold thrill passing through him at the
thought of leaving her. On condition, however, of returning, he obtained
leave to go, provided with plenty of gold and silver, of trinkets and
gems. When he reached home, nobody knew who he was; it had been the
belief that he had been killed by another shepherd, who found it
necessary to betake himself hastily far away to America, lest he should
be hanged without delay. But here is Einion Las at home, and everybody
wonders especially to see that the shepherd had got to look like a
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