They waited anxiously for him to go on. ‘Well,’ the farmer continued, approaching his point with slow relish, ‘he came riding on a big black horse in at the gate, which happened to be open, and right up to my door. All black he was himself, too, and cloaked and hooded up, as if he did not want to be known. “Now what in the Shire can he want?” I thought to myself. We don’t see many of the Big Folk over the border; and anyway I had never heard of any like this black fellow.
I a wortas orth y eryow yn ter. ‘Wel,’ an tiek a besyas, ow nesa dh’y boynt gans delit lent, ‘ev a dheuth ow marghogeth war margh du bras, dres an yet o igor dre jons, bys yn ow daras a-rag. Du yn tien o ev y honan, ynwedh, ha mantelys ha koghys, ny vynnas ev bos aswonnys dell hevel. “Pandr’a vynn eev y’n Shayr?” my a omdybis. Ny welyn ni lies a’n Gwerin Bras dhe’n tu ma an amal: hag ynwedh, nevra ny wrug vy klywes travyth yn kever tus haval orth an gwas du ma.langbot langbot