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"It is evident, Roger, that the king is marching, at present, in the
direction of Plinlimmon. No doubt he hopes that Glendower will come
down and give him battle, but methinks he will not be foolish enough to
do so. The weather, and the hills, will fight far better for him than
the Welsh, themselves, can do; and he has but to leave the army to
wander about through the mountains and forests, as he did last time, to
ensure that they must, ere long, fall back."
At daybreak the next morning, they set out and rode to Welshpool. This
being a walled town, and the population almost entirely English, they
could leave their horses here, in safety. They first went to the
governor's, and upon Oswald's explaining that they were the bearers of
a letter for the king, and asking whether he could give them any
information as to the direction they had best take, he shook his head.
"No news has come hither, for the last five days," he said. "A herd of
bullocks arrived here, three days since, and were to have been
forwarded on to the army; but the Welsh are out in force, and every
road beset. Parties have come down from the hills overlooking us, and
have fired several houses, that escaped when they last attacked us.
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