brethren, seeing that he had judged wisely, exalted Benedict on the feast of Saint Hilary, and placed him in the chair of the elders, and changing his name Benedict, from good to better, he assumed that of Boniface. About this time, while the hearts of many were agitated, news was brought to the king's ears that the Welch were again behaving malignantly, and raging in the whole spirit of malignity, adding new crimes to their old ones, on account of the unaccustomed and heavy yoke that was laid upon them, and of the imposts which are exacted of them, to which their territories did not seem equal in the eyes of some of them. And accordingly they all with one accord rushed to war, and attacked their governor, a man whose name was Roger de Pyvelesdon ; and they hung some others of our men, by way of showing great contempt for and insult to the king's authority, others burnt some of the villages and suburban towns with fire, others busied themselves with rapine and bloodshed, and inflicted great losses on our English countrymen. But Roger, who had been sent thitherto execute the king's commission, they stripped and hanged for some time, and afterwards beheaded him. When the king heard this, he departed from Westminster the day after the feast of Saint Brice, and hastened towards Wales, having assembled a numerous army, in order utterly to subdue and reduce under his own sovereignty that sacrilegious and profane nation. And marching with all imaginable haste, with a powerful and warlike army, he moved his army towards Snowdon, and having gone all round Wales, he arrayed it with the object of manfully defeating his enemies. But they fled at his approach, as if at the sight of a snake, and sought their secret hiding-places in the woods. But a thousand men of the king's army fell sick and died, worn out by the difficulties of the ground, the badness of the climate, and vapours arising from the deep marshes, which created dysentery among them. But of the Welch forces who were found outside of the thicknesses of the woods, the edge of the sword devoured hundreds and hundreds in their battalions, and even more than that. And soon afterwards, Conan, the author of the mischief, and a most notorious robber among the Welch, was taken prisoner, and sent to the city of Hereford, where, on the day of Saint Matthias, he was dragged at the tail of a horse, with two others who had been his adherents, and then hanged till he died. And in like manner, two others, who were his officers, received justice.