Now there fell upon this part of Cardiganshire a season of exceeding
drought. The face of the earth was as the face of a cancerous man. There
was no water in any of the ditches of Rhydwen and none in those of
Penlan. But the spring which Dan had found continued to yield, and from
it Aben's wife took away water in pitchers and buckets; and to the pond
Aben brought his animals.
One day Aben spoke to Dan in this wise: "Serious sure, an old bother is
this."
"Iss-iss," replied Dan. "Good is the Big Man to allow us water bach."
"How speech you if I said: 'Unfasten your pond and let him flow into my
ditches'?"
"The land will suck him before he goes far," Dan answered.
Aben departed; and he considered: "Did not Penlan belong to Sheremiah?
Travel under would the water and hap spout up in my close. Nice that
would be. Nasty is the behavior of Dan and there's sly is the job."
To Dan he said: "Open your pond, man, and let the water come into the
ditches which father Sheremiah broke."
Dan would not do as Aben desired, wherefore Aben informed against him in
Sion, crying: "Little Big Man, know you not what a Turk is the fox? One
eye bach I have, but you have two, and can see all his wickedness.
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