How Green Was My Valley Page #3

Home to your father and mother, boy.

They'll need you today.

Twenty-two weeks the men were out

as the strike moved into winter.

It was strange to go out into the street

and find the men there in the daytime.

It had a feeling of fright in it.

And always the mood of the men grew uglier,

as empty bellies and desperation

began to conquer reason.

Any man who was not their friend

became their enemy.

They knew that my father

had opposed the strike,

and now it was they who opposed him.

Huw, there's a meeting of the men

in the hills tonight, is it?

- Yes, Momma.

- You will take me.

No, Momma. It is no place for women.

There is a place for this woman

there tonight... upon my soul.

Wait. Wait till you hear me.

I am Beth Morgan, as you damn well know.

I have come to tell you what I think of you,

because you are talking against my husband.

You're a lot of cowards to go against him.

He would do nothing against you

and he never has, and you know him well.

How you smug-faced hypocrites can sit

in the same chapel with him, I cannot tell.

To say he is with the owners is not

only nonsense, but downright wickedness.

There's one thing more

I've got to say, and it is this.

If harm comes to my Gwilym,

I'll find out the men

and I will kill them with my two hands.

And this I will swear by God Almighty.

Lanto! Help!

Hold on, Momma.

They've heard us. They're coming.

He was awake just now.

He'll do, then. But it's beyond me to say why.

You're breeding horses

in this family, Mr Morgan.

This boy should be in his coffin, for my part.

He's a Morgan then, is it, sir?

He should be fed now, Mrs lvor.

A little soup...

and some warm smiles.

Horse.

- Good day. Wait, wait, wait.

- Huw was awake just now. He spoke to Bron.

- How long then for the little one?

- It's hard to tell.

His legs were frozen to the bone.

A year, two years, quiet like that.

But I can't promise that he'll ever walk again.

Nature must take her course. Gee up.

Mind your tongue. I think he heard you.

Where is the light

I thought to see in your eye?

Are you afraid, boy?

- You heard what the doctor said?

- Yes, sir.

And you believed it?

Yes, sir.

You want to walk again, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Then you must have faith.

And if you have, you will walk 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,

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