A man from Nefyn was riding home from Pwllheli fair. Near Efailnewydd he saw a magnificent inn by the road. He knew perfectly well there was no such public house there, so he went up to it and asked one of the servants if there was a stable for his horse. There was. He stabled the horse, went inside and asked for a pint, and thought it the best beer he had ever tasted.
After a while he asked if he could have a bed for the night, and was shown to a room that was, as the Welsh has it, worthy of a king. He went to sleep in great comfort.
When he woke he was lying on his back on a heap of ashes in the open, and his horse was tied to a pole in the hedge.
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