The Corn Is Green Page #11

and I am going to have my way,

I know I shall never see you again.

Never again? But why?

If you are not to marry her,

it would be madness to

come to contact with the child.

And so, as I'm adopting the child,

you must not come to see me again.

That's only common sense.

You are being given that push

over the wall you asked for.

But you are staying here.

How can I never come back?

After everything you've done for me.

Do you remember,

for the past six months,

I've taken a long walk

over Moel Hiraeth,

every morning for my health?

Yes.

There's a bit of the road,

round a boulder

and there's an oak tree

and under it the valley

suddenly drops sheer.

Every morning regularly,

as I turned that corner,

by some trick of the mind,

I would find myself thinking

about you

working for this scholarship

and winning it.

And I experienced something

which after all is comparatively rare.

A feeling of complete happiness.

I shall experience it again.

No, Morgan Evans,

you have no duty to me.

Your only duty is to the world.

To the world?

Now you're going away,

there's no harm in telling you something.

I don't think you quite realize

what your future can become

if you give it the chance.

I rather made out to the Squire

I wanted you to become a writer

but stranger things have happened.

You have a great deal now, Morgan.

- But Oxford will give you the rest.

- But what?

Enough to become

a great man of our country.

"If a light come into the mine",

you said.

Remember?

Yes.

Make that light come in the mine

and some day free these children.

Oh, you can be more.

Much, much more.

You can be a man

for a future nation to be proud of.

Perhaps I'm mad, I don't know.

We'll see.

It's up to you.

Yes.

I think that's all.

I do not know what to say.

Then don't say anything.

I've been so much time in this room.

And the lessons are over.

I shall always remember.

Will you?

I'm glad you think you will.

Please, Miss Moffat, the band is out,

and they say Morgan

got to come down to Town Hall

for Wales to see a real toff!

Idwal, take this for Morgan.

Tyd, Morgan, Tyd, they're waiting for you.

Goodbye, Morgan.

Isn't it grand?

I've never felt so excited in my life.

I'm going outside

to have a look at the fun.

Makes me very proud, one of my boys

getting a scholarship at Oxford.

Pity it wasn't Cambridge.

- Is he gone?

- Yes, Watty.

Bessie sent a gentleman over

from the public house to see you.

- What's this?

- It's a birth certificate, m'am.

- I'd forgotten all about that.

- Come on, mam,

you've got to start sometime.

Moffat, my girl.

You mustn't be clumsy this time.

You mustn't be clumsy.

School tomorrow, the same as usual?

Yes, Ron.

Same as usual.

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