Only, I know that I have a man before me.

Tell me your name, that neither I nor the boy may ever forget it." "Here, in the Saxon lands, men call me Owen the Briton," he answered simply.
"I thought your voice had somewhat of the Welsh tone," my father said.

"And your English is of Mercia.

I have heard that there are Britons in the fenland there." "I am of West Wales, Thane, but I have bided long in Mercia." Then came my old nurse, and there were words enough for the time.
Her eyes were red with weeping, but it was all that my father could do to prevent her scolding me soundly then and there for the fright I had given her.

But she set a great bowl of bread and milk before me, and the men began to come in at that time, and they stood in a ring round me and watched me eat it as if they had never seen me before, while my father spoke aside of the flight to Owen on the high place.