(Just to avoid confusion: Edith = My first cousin twice removed = My grandfather's cousin, and also Brynmor = My grandfather = The son of Dewydd)

This is the finale of my grandfather's adventure. I patched the finale together from the stories that my first cousin twice removed has told me over the years. Since my grandfather is not here to confirm all the facts presented in this finale, I can not assure you that it is all true. With that being said, I give you the fourth and final installment of my grandfather's adventure.

There might be a word that would have described what Brynmor did in his final moments. Of course there might have been more than one word which would have been appropriate. I guess it would depend on your point of view. The word "Impossible" might have come to Mr. Stanton's mind. While the word "Amazing" might have come to the mind of my grandfather's cousin. Whatever the case may be, there is one thing that is certain: The "snake" perished.

When the time for the sacrifice was at hand, Brynmor seemed to be in good spirits. As they traveled up the small path which wound up the mountain, Mr. Stanton became increasingly annoyed with my grandfather's demeanor. When the small party reached the area where the ritual would take place, Mr. Stanton started to perform the lengthy ceremony which preceded the sacrifice. Completing the ceremony, Mr. Stanton asked my grandfather which of the sacrifices wished to be first, and without a second hesitation, the son of Dewydd stepped on to the small platform which extended over the pit.

While Brynmor was lowered into the pit by a rope, the snake could be seen slowly moving toward the center of the pit. Looking hungrily at Brynmor, the snake came to a comfortable rest right under the spot where Brynmor was being lowered. As Brynmor neared the bottom of the pit, Edith turned away from the sight which would undoubtedly follow. When Brynmor was only a few feet above the bottom of the pit, Mr. Stanton gave the word and the rope was cut...

What followed surprised everyone.

Brynmor fell the final few feet to the ground, and the snake approached him hungrily. But just as the snake was within a few feet of my grandfather, the snake stopped. My grandfather's cousin held her breath and stared in unbelief as the snake turned away. Everyone waited for what must have seemed like eternity, but the snake would not touch the son of Dewydd. Then Mr. Stanton, obviously upset, ordered his hench-men to go down and pull Brynmor out of the pit. As the hench-men approached my grandfather, the snake suddenly turned around and charged at Brynmor. My grandfather rolled out of the way as the snake came crashing down upon him. The snake, enraged, turned his wrath upon the hench-men of Mr. Stanton. The hench-men had little time to act as the snake was on them in seconds. Only one of the five managed to escape the first assault of the snake. The remaining hench-man pulled his pistol and emptied the entire clip into the onrushing snake. The snake rushed on, seemingly unfazed by the bullets. The brave hench-man tried to lunge out of the way of the snake, but was not quick enough. While this was happening, Byrnmor quickly climbed out of the pit and rushed Mr. Stanton. Before Mr. Stanton had time to draw his hand gun, Brynmor was upon him. The fight that followed was quite brutal as my grandfather and Mr. Stanton were equally adept in the art of unarmed combat. Slowly the fight took the two combatants toward the edge of the pit. When they reached the pit, Brynmor dodged a kick from Mr. Stanton and dived at Mr. Stanton's legs. The force of that dive knocked the two down into the pit.

Before my grandfather and Mr. Stanton had the chance to recover from the fall, the snake was upon them. Brynmor was caught by the leg and would have been swallowed by the snake if not for the quick thinking of his cousin, who at that moment dropped a rock onto the snake. The snake easily shook off this unexpected attack, but the momentary distraction was enough for the son of Dewydd, who with his free leg was able to land a well placed kick onto the snake's head. The snake was dazed by this attack, and Brynmor was flung against the wall of the pit. When the snake had recovered from the attack, he unleashed his rage onto the first person he saw, Mr. Stanton. As the Snake reared for the attack, Brynmor grabbed a gold pike that was lying in the great pile of treasure contained in the pit and flipped the pike to Mr. Stanton. Holding the pike, Mr. Stanton looked up and gazed at the snake for a few split seconds. Then, throwing the pike away, Mr. Stanton smiled and, as the snake engulfed him, shouted his last words, "A willing sacrifice!'. Then, consumed by his "god", Mr. Stanton was gone, and Brynmor was left alone in the pit.

Slowly the snake turned toward Brynmor, who, with record timing, clambered out of the pit. With the snake close behind, Brynmor grabbed his cousin's hand, and they raced from the mountain down to the edge of a cliff which ushered a 300 ft. drop to rocks and sea below. Telling his cousin to keep running, Brynmor turned to meet the snake. The snake stopped for a moment, and the two stood, staring at each other. Time stood still in those tense seconds before Brynmor raced to a weak outcropping of the cliff. The snake slithered slowly at first after my grandfather. The distance between the two quickly diminished as the snake, increasing his speed to an alarming pace, sped toward Brynmor. Just as the snake reached Brynmor, the ledge gave way to the tremendous weight and smashed down onto the rocks below. With a cry, my first cousin twice removed saw the death of the snake.... and the last moments of Brynmor ap Dewydd.

As far as I know, Edith Spam never had any training with the handling of boats, but she was able to make her way back to Wales. She then settled down near the peaceful town of Llanberis where I would often visit her to hear the stories of my grandfather. And what of the treasure? Edith did bring the treasure back with her from that wretched island. Having no desire in the end to keep the treasure, Edith gave the treasure to my grandmother, who, only a week before, had given birth to my mother, Gwendolyn. Yes, the treasure still sits to this day under Min y Coed Manor. It sits there far below the earth in tunnels unknown to the world. It sits there, an unwanted piece of legacy. A broken heart, tucked away from the world. A heart that never healed.

So the treasure sits. It waits...