Their red faces turned ashen as Madoc’s corpse rose from the muddy bank. His coracle was shattered on a near by rock and his supply of sherbet dib-dabs  and Beano comics had been washed away. He muttered something and then noticed the shocked Mandan staring at him. He greeted them in the most formal middle Welsh he could muster. But to the Mandan, his exhausted unintelligible utterances made Madoc seem even more like the undead. Unfortunately for Madoc the Mandan had a policy for dealing with the undead. It involved beating them with sticks