OF THE RIVER DEVI, AND THE LAND OF THE SONS OF CONAN
APPROACHING to the river Devi, {113a} which divides North and South
Wales, the bishop of St. David’s, and Rhys the son of Gruffydd, who with
a liberality peculiarly praiseworthy in so illustrious a prince, had
accompanied us from the castle of Aberteivi, throughout all
Cardiganshire, to this place, returned home. Having crossed the river in
a boat, and quitted the diocese of St. David’s, we entered the land of
the sons of Conan, or Merionyth, the first province of Venedotia on that
side of the country, and belonging to the bishopric of Bangor. {113b} We
slept that night at Towyn. Early next morning, Gruffydd son of Conan
{113c} came to meet us, humbly and devoutly asking pardon for having so
long delayed his attention to the archbishop. On the same day, we
ferried over the bifurcate river Maw, {113d} where Malgo, son of Rhys,
who had attached himself to the archbishop, as a companion to the king’s
court, discovered a ford near the sea. That night we lay at Llanvair,
{114a} that is the church of St. Mary, in the province of Ardudwy. {114b}
This territory of Conan, and particularly Merionyth, is the rudest and
roughest district of all Wales; the ridges of its mountains are very high
and narrow, terminating in sharp peaks, and so irregularly jumbled
together, that if the shepherds conversing or disputing with each other
from their summits, should agree to meet, they could scarcely effect
their purpose in the course of the whole day. The lances of this country
are very long; for as South Wales excels in the use of the bow, so North
Wales is distinguished for its skill in the lance; insomuch that an iron
coat of mail will not resist the stroke of a lance thrown at a small
distance. The next morning, the youngest son of Conan, named Meredyth,
met us at the passage of a bridge, attended by his people, where many
persons were signed with the cross; amongst whom was a fine young man of
his suite, and one of his intimate friends; and Meredyth, observing that
the cloak, on which the cross was to be sewed, appeared of too thin and
of too common a texture, with a flood of tears, threw him down his own.