The bard could no more stop his weary legs than could the other lunatics.
The bard had come to see whether the stories about the harp were true or not.
Of this the Bard remarks “ni mad,” it was not honourable, “non bene.”
Chaise was scarcely a bard, but a singer of the songs of bards.
"You hadn't fancy for it, my good fellow," said the bard, angry again.
"Two Campbells and a man who says he's bard of Keppoch," he was told.
He asserts his dignity as bard and inspired man of his people.
A special epithet, "the bard of love," was often applied to him.
The anticipations of his own bard, Gryffydd Llydd, might have been amply realized.
"I need no bard to sing my praises," began Miriam mischievously.
