he was).  Uchtryd Faryf Draws (who spread his red untrimmed beard over the eight-and-forty rafters that were in Arthur’s hall).  Bwlch and Cyfwlch and Sefwlch the three sons of Cleddyf Cyfwlch, the three grandsons of Cleddyf Difwlch. (Their three shields were three gleaming glitterers.  Their three spears were three pointed piercers.  Their three swords were three griding gashers,—­Gles, and Glessic, and Gleisad.) Clust the son of Clustfeinad; (though he were buried seven cubits beneath the earth, he would hear the ant fifty miles off rise from her nest in the norning).  Medyr the son of Methredydd; (from Belli Wic he could in a twinkling")—­

Well; one must stop somewhere; Culhwch himself was in no hurry to.  He went on until the armies of the Island of the Mighty and the chief ladies of Arthur’s court, with all their peculiarities, had been enumerated.  But here, I say, you are let into an elder world; beyond this one in space, beyond it in time.  You are on the precipice edge of the world’s end, and mist fills the chasm before you; and out of the mist, things vast and gigantic, things half human and things not half human, present themselves, stirring your wonder, and withdraw leaving your imagination athirst.  “These men came forth from the confines of hell” ....  Who wrote of them had news, I think, of terrific doings in Atlantis, when earth shook to the tread of giant hosts.  I confess that to me all things European, after this, look a little neat and dapper.  I look from the cliffs at the limit of things, out over

.....the sunset bound of Lyonnesse,
A land of old upheaven from the abyss
By fire, to sink into the abyss again;
Where fragments of forgotten people dwelt: 

—­it is not in this world; belongs not to this Fifth Race; but is more ancient, fantasmal, and portentous.

Has it ever occurred to you that no body of men, no movement, no nation for that matter, can choose for itself a symbol that does not actually express it?  The flags of the nations are all, for those that can read them, the sign manuals of the souls of the nations, wherein the status of each is written plain; though those that chose the symbol, and those that glory in it, may have no idea how they are thus revealing or exposing themselves.—­No, I am not going to speak of the Dragon; which, by all traditions, was the symbol chosen for the monarchy set up by the fifth-century Britons; nor to remind you—­and yet it is worth remembering,—­ that the Dragon is the symbol of the Esoteric Wisdom;—­I am going to speak of something else.—­You take some form, some picture; and it seems to you in some inexplicable way inspiring; and you adopt it, and say In hoc signo vincam. Why?  You know nothing about symbolism; and yet, if you have any inner life, those who understand symbolism can read your inner life in you symbol.  That is because symbolism is a universal science, real, and with nothing arbitrary about it; and because something in your subconsciousness wiser than you has directed you choice, and means you to be expressed.