"Is that all, sir?" I asked him, and worried, with no happiness. "Is that all?" he said, and held up his hands. "What more, then?" "Well, sir," I said, "I thought it was something more. Something terrible." "It is terrible, Huw," said Mr. Gruffydd, and in quiet, with his hand on my head. "It is indeed terrible. Think, you. To have the responsibility of a life within you. Many lives. Think of the miseries and afflictions that can come to those lives beyond the span of your own. Think to have small children in your own likeness standing at your knee, and to know them as flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood, looking to you for guidance as you look to God the Father for yours. Can that be anything but terrible, in majesty and in beauty beyond words?" --