The boys listened spellbound.  They had often talked together of some step which might kindle the conflagration, but had never yet seen the occasion.  Hot-headed, rash, reckless as were the youths; wild, tameless, and fearless as was the ancient bard; they had still been unable to hit upon any device which might set a light to the train.  Discontent and resentment were rife all over the country, but it was the fashion rather to temporize with the invader than to defy him.  There was a strong party gathering in the country whose policy was that of paying homage to Edward and retaining their lands under his protection and countenance, as being more truly patriotic and farsighted than continuing the old struggle for supremacy among themselves.  This was a policy utterly incomprehensible both to the boys and the old man, and stirred the blood of the lads to boiling pitch.

“What can we do?” asked Llewelyn hoarsely.

“I will tell you,” whispered the old man, approaching close to the bed whereon the brothers lay wide-eyed and broad awake.  “This very night I leave the castle by the postern door, and in the moonlight I make my way to the commot of Llanymddyvri, where dwells that bold patriot Maelgon ap Caradoc.  To him I tell all, and he will risk everything in the cause.  It will be very simply done.  You boys must feign a while —­ must feign friendship for the maid thus left behind.  Your brothers have won her heart already; you must not be behind them.  The dove must have no fear of the young eaglets.  She has a high courage of her own; she loves adventure and frolic; she will long to stretch her wings, and wander amid the mountain heights, under the stanch protection of her comrades of Dynevor.

“Then listen, boys.  The day will come when the thing is to be done.  In some of the wild fastnesses of the upper Towy will be lurking the bold bands of Maelgon ap Caradoc.  Thither you must lead the unsuspicious maid, first by some device getting rid of your brothers, who might try to thwart the scheme.  These bold fellows will carry off the maid to the safe keeping of Maelgon, and once let her be his prisoner, there is no fear of her escaping from his hands.  Edward himself and all his forces at his back will scarce wrest away the prize, and the whole country will be united and in arms ere it suffer the tyrant to march through our fair vales.”

Whilst within this upper turret chamber this plot was being concocted against the innocent child by two passionate, hot-headed boys and one of the ancient race of bards, the little maiden was herself sleeping soundly and peacefully within a small inner closet, close to the room where Gladys, the lady of the castle, reposed; and with the earliest streak of dawn, when the child opened her eyes upon the strange bare walls of the Welsh stronghold, the first thing that met her eyes was the sweet and gentle face of the chatelaine bending tenderly over her.

Although the present lady of Dynevor was the sister of the bold and fierce Llewelyn, Prince of North Wales, who gave more trouble to the King of England than did anybody else, she was herself of a gentle and thoughtful disposition, more inclined to advocate peace than war, and more far-seeing, temperate, and well-informed than most persons of her time, and especially than the women, who for the most part had but very vague ideas as to what was going on in the country.