again,
no matter what all the doctors say.
But he said nature must take her course.
Nature is the handmaiden of the Lord.
I remember one or two occasions when
she was given orders to change her course.
- You know your scriptures, boy.
- Yes, sir.
Then you know that what's been
done before can be done again, for you.
Do you believe me, Huw?
- Yes, sir.
- Good.
You will see the first daffodil,
out on the mountain.
- Will you?
- Indeed I will, sir.
Then you will.
I could almost wish
that I were lying there in your place
if it meant reading
this book again for the first time.
Treasure Island..
Mr Gruffydd?
- I couldn't let you go without thanking you.
- It was only my duty, girl.
No. It was more than duty.
Yes. Huw's a fine boy.
And you're a fine family.
You'd better be going in now.
You'll catch your death.
Will you be coming to supper soon?
Yes. Later, when you're finished
with doctors and such..
- I will hurry them away, then.
- Good.
"Squire Trelawney, Dr Livesey,
and the rest of these gentlemen
having asked me to write down the
whole particulars about Treasure Island
from the beginning to the end, keeping
nothing back but the bearings of the island,
and only because there is
still treasure not yet lifted,
I take up my pen in the year of grace 1785,
and go back to the time when
my father kept the 'Admiral Benbow' inn."
All the noble books which have
lived in my mind ever since,
and always I hoped, and kept my faith.
For the first months
my mother was still upstairs,h
and we could talk to each other with tappings.
Spring?
There you are, girl.
Easy.
There.
Wait.
It's the old snow got into it.
Gwilym.
There is a wife you have, resting in her bed
and letting strangers care for her family.
There is a wife I have, then.
Go along with you, boy.
Will you say something, Mother?
Go on, say something.
What can I say?
You found plenty to say last time you spoke.
It should be easier now, with friends.
Well...
Well... Come and eat, everyone.
More, is it, boys?
Lanto.
I haven't seen you in chapel lately.
- I have been too busy.
- What business, may I ask?
- Mine.
- Only asking a civil question, I was.
And having a civil answer.
I have been busy with the union.
Unions are the work of the Devil.
You will come to no good end.
At least I am not sitting on it,
talking rubbish in chapel.
- Look here...
- Leave it, or I'll say something to be sorry.
This is a matter that requires airing.
Lanto, why do you think
we at the chapel talk rubbish?
My remark was not aimed at you..
Then aim it.
Very well.
Because you make yourselves out
to be shepherds of the flock,
and yet you allow your sheep
to live in filth and poverty.
And if they try and raise
their voices against it,
you calm them by telling them
their suffering is the will of God.
Sheep, indeed. Are we sheep to be herded
and sheared by a handful of owners?
I was taught man was made
in the image of God, not a sheep.
- Lanto.
- I haven't expressed my views
because I haven't had any wish
to interfere in a family disagreement.
You have my permission to speak.
Very well, then. Here is what I think.
First, have your union.
You need it. Alone, you are weak.
Together, you are strong.
But remember that with strength goes
responsibility, to others and yourselves.
For you cannot conquer injustice
with more injustice,
only with justice, and the help of God.
Are you coming outside
your position in life, Mr Gruffydd?
Your business is spiritual.
My business is anything
between man and the spirit of God.
The deacons shall hear that
you have been preaching socialism.
- Mr Parry...
- Loose the old devil.
- Mr Parry...
- Stop now. He is our guest.
- Beth, a pint of home-brew for Mr Parry.
- I'll give him a clout with the frying pan.
Miss Jenkins. A sweet song. The harp, is it?
Come on, men. Get in here.
Now look, a little song...
Angharad.