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They gladly perceived Sire Richard was no more a peasant than he was a curmudgeon ; as Caradawc observed : `` It is perfectly apparent that the robe of Padarn Beisrudd , which refuses to adjust itself to any save highborn persons , would fit him as a glove does the hand ; but we will ask no questions , since it is not wholesome to dispute the orderings of Owain Glyndwyr . '' Now day by day would Richard Holland drive the flocks to pasture near the Severn , and loll there in the shade , and make songs to his lute . He grew to love this leisured life of bright and open spaces ; and its long solitudes , grateful with the warm odors of growing things and with poignant bird-noises ; and the tranquillity of these meadows , that were always void of hurry , bedrugged the man through many fruitless and contented hours . Each day at noon Branwen would bring his dinner , and she would sometimes chat with him while he ate . After supper he would discourse to Branwen of remote kingdoms , through which , as aimlessly as a wind veers , he had ridden at adventure , among sedate and alien peoples who adjudged him a madman ; and she , in turn , would tell him curious tales from the _ Red Book of Hergest _ , -- telling of Gwalchmai , and Peredur , and Geraint , in each one of which fine heroes she had presently discerned an inadequate forerunnership of Richard 's existence . This Branwen was a fair wench , slender and hardy . She had the bold demeanor of a child who is ignorant of evil and in consequence of suspicion .