At last we agreed to go and pull fresh stakes, and then we went at it again until he could no longer stand.

The marks of this battle are upon him and me to this day.

At last, covered with a gore of blood, he was dragged home by his neighbours.

He was in a dreadful condition, and many thought he would die.

On the morrow there came an alarm that he was dead, whereupon I escaped across the mountain to Pentre y Foelas to the old man Sion Dafydd to read his old books." After staying there a little time, and getting his wounds tended by an old woman, he departed and skulked about in various places, doing now and then a little work, until hearing his adversary was recovering, he returned to his home.