Pwyll Prince of Dyvet

Here begins the Mabinogi. Pwyll, prince of Dyvet, reigned over the seven cantrefs of this country. One day when he was at Arberth, his principal court, he took it into his head to go hunting. The place of his estates he had in mind for hunting was Glynn Cuch. He left Arberth the same night and arrived at Llwyn Diarwya where he spent the night.

Pwyll Prince of Dyvet

The next day he got up, in the youth of the day, and went to Glynn Cuch to throw his dogs there in the woods. His horn sounded the gathering for the hunt; he rushed after the dogs and soon lost his companions. As he listened to the barking of dogs, he heard those of another pack; the voice was not the same and this pack was advancing to meet his. At this moment a smooth clearing opened up to his sight in the wood, and, as his pack appeared on the edge of the clearing, he saw a deer fleeing in front of the other. He was in the middle of the clearing when the pack after him reached him and overwhelmed him. Pwyll began to consider the color of these dogs without thinking of the deer, he had never seen one like any hunting dog in the world. They were bright white and lustrous, and their ears were red, red as shiny as their whiteness. Pwyll walked over to the dogs, chased away the pack that had killed the deer, and called their dogs to the quarry. At this moment he saw coming after the pack, a knight mounted on a large iron-gray horse, a hunting horn slung around his neck, wearing a gray woolen hunting coat.

The knight came up to him and spoke to him thus: “Prince, I know who you are, and I will not greet you.
"It is because you may be," Pwyll replied, "of such rank that you can dispense with it."
- It is certainly not the eminence of my rank that prevents me.
- What, lord?
- By me and God, your rudeness and your lack of courtesy.
- What rudeness, lord, have you noticed in me?
- I have never seen anyone commit a greater one than to chase a pack that has killed a deer and call their own to the quarry! this is clearly a lack of courtesy; and, even if I did not take revenge on you, by me and God, I will give you a bad reputation for the value of more than a hundred deer.
- If I did you wrong, I will redeem your friendship.
- In what way?
- It will be according to your dignity; I don't know who you are.
- I am crowned king in my country of origin.
- Lord, good day to you! And what country are you from?
- D'Annwvyn; I am Arawn, King of Annwvyn.
- How, lord, will I get your friendship?
- Here is: there is someone whose estates are right in front of mine and who is continually making war on me; it is Hafgan king of Annwvyn. If you rid me of this scourge, and you can easily do it, you will easily obtain my friendship.
- I will gladly do so. Tell me how I'll get there.
- Here's how. I will bind with you intimate brotherhood; I will put you in my place in Annwvyn; I will give you to sleep with you every night the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. You will have my face and my appearance, so that there will be no valet, no officer, no one among those who have ever followed me, who suspects that it is not me. And that, until the end of this year, from tomorrow. Our interview will then take place in this place.
- Good, but, even after spending a year there, according to what indications will I be able to meet with the man you say?
- The meeting between him and me is fixed at one year this evening, on the ford; be there under my features; give it one hit, and it won't survive. He will ask you for a second, but do not give it in spite of his pleas. No matter how hard I hit him, the next day he would fight me harder.
- Good, but what will I do for my states?
- I will provide, said Arawn, that there is in your state neither man nor woman who can suspect that it is I who will have taken your features, I will go in your place.
- Gladly, I leave then.
- Your trip will be easy; nothing will stand in your way until you reach my states: I will be your guide. " 

He led Pwyll to sight of the courtyard and the dwellings. "I place my court and my estates in your hands," he said. Between; there is no one who hesitates to recognize you. The way you see the service being done, you will learn court manners. " 

Pwyll went to court. There he saw bedrooms, halls, apartments with the most beautiful decorations that one could see in a house. As soon as he entered the hall, squires and young valets rushed to disarm him. Each of them greeted him when they arrived. Two knights came to take off his hunting clothes and put on a gold brocade dress. The hall was prepared; he saw enter the family, the suite, the most beautiful and best equipped troop that had ever seen themselves, and with them the queen, the most beautiful woman in the world, dressed in a gold coat of lustrous brocade. After washing, they sat down to table: the Queen on one side of Pwyll, the Earl, he supposed, on the other. He began to chat with the queen, and he judged from her conversation that she was indeed the most discerning woman, of the noblest character and speech, he had ever seen. They had food, drink, music, stewing at will; it was good of all the courts he had seen in the world, the best provided with food, drink, golden dishes and royal jewelry. When it was time to sleep, he and the Queen went to bed. As soon as they were in bed, he turned his back to her and stared at the edge of the bed, not saying a single word to her until morning. The next day there was nothing but gaiety and pleasant conversation between them. But, whatever their affection during the day, he did not behave a single night until the end of the year other than the first. He spent the time in hunts, songs, feasts, friendly relations, conversations with his companions, until the night fixed for the meeting. This meeting, there was not a man, even in the most distant parts of the kingdom, who did not have it in mind. He went there with the gentlemen of his estates.

As soon as he arrived, a knight rose and spoke thus "Nobles, listen to me carefully: it is between the two kings that this meeting is, between their two bodies only. Each of them claims land and estates from the other. You can all be quiet, as long as you let the matter be settled between them. " 

Immediately the two kings approached each other towards the middle of the ford, and clashed. At the first shock, Arawn's replacement struck Hafgan in the middle of the shield's loop so that he split it in half, shattered the armor, and threw Hafgan to the ground, the full length of his arm and his body. throws over the rump of his mortally wounded horse.

 Ah, prince, cried Hafgan, what right did you have to my death? I wasn't asking you for anything; you had no motive, to my knowledge, to kill me. In the name of God, since you have started, finish me.
“Prince,” he replied, “I may repent of what I did to you; find who kills you, for me, I will not kill you.
- My noble faithful, take me from here; it is all over with me; I am no longer in a position to ensure your fate any longer.
- My nobles, said Arawn's replacement, get your information and know who my vassals must be.
- Lord, answered the nobles; all here must be; there is no other king over all of Annwvyn but you.
- Well, it is right to welcome those who will show themselves to be submissive subjects; for those who will not come and submit, let them be forced to do so by force of arms.

He immediately received the homage of the vassals, and began to take possession of the country; by midday the next day the two kingdoms were in his power. He then left for the meeting place, and went to Glynn Cuch. There he found Arawn waiting for him; each of them greeted the other cheerfully: "God reward you," said Arawn, "you have behaved like a comrade, I have learned that. When you get back to your country, he added, you will see what I have done for you.
"God give it back to you," Pwyll replied.

Arawn then returned his form and features to Pwyll, prince of Dyvet, and resumed his; then he returned to his court in Annwvyn. He was happy to be with his people and family, whom he had not seen for a long time. To them, they had not felt his absence, and his arrival did not seem, this time, more extraordinary than usual. He spent the day in mirth, joy, rest and conversation with his wife and his nobles. When it was time for them to sleep rather than drink, they went to bed. The king went to bed and his wife joined him. After a few moments of conversation, he indulged with her in the pleasures of love. As she hadn't been used to it for a year, she began to think.
 God, she said, how come he's had feelings tonight other than every other night for a year now? " 

She remained thoughtful for a long time. In the meantime, he woke up. He spoke to her first, then a second, then a third, without getting an answer. Why, he said, don't you answer me?
- I will tell you, she replied, more than I have said in such a place for a year.
- How? 'Or' What ? We talked about a lot of things.
- Shame on me, if there will have been a year last night, from the moment we found ourselves in the folds of those bed sheets, there were games and conversations between us; if you even turned your face towards me, let alone speak of more important things! " 

He too became pensive. Truly, Lord God, he cried, there is no friendship more solid and more constant than that of the companion I have found. " 
Then he said to his wife: “Princess, don't accuse me; by me and God, I haven't slept with you, I haven't stretched out by your side for a year last night. "
And he told her about his adventure. "I testify to God," she said, "you have got hold of a strong friend and in the fights, and in the trials of the body and in the fidelity which it has kept to you.
- Princess, that was exactly what I was thinking about when I said nothing to you.
- So it was not surprising, “she replied.
Pwyll, Prince of Dyvet, also returned to his estates and his country. He began by asking his nobles what they thought of his government that year, compared to other years.

 Lord, they replied, never have you shown so much courtesy, never have you been more kind; never have you spent your property with such ease; your administration has never been better than this year.
- By me and God, he cried, it is really right that you show your gratitude to the man you had in your midst. Here is the adventure as it happened. "
And he told them all along. Truly, Lord, they said, Blessed be God for granting you such friendship. The government we had this year, won't you take it back from us?
- No, by me and God, as far as I can. " 

From that moment on, they set about consolidating their friendship; they sent horses, hunting dogs, hawks, all the precious objects that each of them believed fit to please the other. As a result of his stay in Annwvyn, as he had ruled there so successfully and united the two kingdoms in one on the same day, Pwyll's qualification as Prince of Dyvet was dropped, and he was no longer called as Pwyll, Chief of Annwvyn.

One day he was at Arberth, his main court, where a feast had been prepared, with a large retinue of vassals. After the first meal, Pwyll got up, went for a walk, and walked to the top of a mound higher than the courtyard, called Gorsedd Arberth. Lord, someone from the court said to him, the privilege of this mound is that any nobleman who sits there, does not go away without having received blows and wounds, or having seen a miracle. .
- Blows and wounds, he replied, I do not fear them in the midst of such a troop. As for the prodigy, I would not be sorry to see it. I'll sit on the mound. " 

This is what he did. As they were seated, they saw coming, along the main road which started from the hillock, a woman mounted on a pale-white horse, big, very tall; she wore a shiny golden coat. The horse seemed to all the spectators to advance with a slow and even step. He arrived at the height of the mound. Men, said Pwyll, does any of you know that woman on horseback over there?
"No one, lord," they replied.
- Someone go meet her on the road, to find out who she is. "
One of them stood up eagerly and went to meet him; but when he arrived in front of her on the road, she passed him. He began to pursue her with his fastest pace; but the more he hurried, the farther she was from him.

Seeing that it was no use for him to pursue her, he returned to Pwyll, and said to her, “Lord, it is useless for any man on foot in the world to pursue her.
'Well,' replied Pwyll, 'go to court, take the fastest horse you can see there, and follow it. "
The valet went to fetch the horse and set off. Arrived on level ground, he made the horse feel the spurs; but the more he hit him, the farther she was from him, and yet her horse seemed to have kept the same pace she had given him at the beginning. His horse weakened. When he saw that he was missing his foot, he returned to Pwyll. Lord, he said, it is useless for anyone to pursue this lady. I did not know of a faster horse than this in the whole kingdom before, and yet it was of no use to me to chase her.
'Sure,' said Pwyll, 'there is some witchcraft story underneath. Let's go back to court. " 

They went there and spent the day there. The next day, they stayed there from getting up until it was time to eat. The first meal over, Pwyll said, "We're going to go to the top of the mound, all of us who were there yesterday. And you, he said to a squire, bring the fastest horse you know into the fields. " 
The page obeys; they went to the mound with the horse. They were hardly seated there when they saw the woman on the same horse, with the same dress, following the same road. Here, said Pwyll, is yesterday's date. Be ready, valet, to find out who she is.
- Willingly, lord. " 

The squire mounted his horse, but before he was fully seated in the saddle she had passed him, leaving a certain distance between them; she didn't seem to be in a hurry any more than the day before. He put his horse to a trot, thinking that, however quiet his gait, he would reach it. As this did not succeed, he threw his horse at full bridle; but he gained no more ground than if he had been at walking pace. The more he hit the horse, the further away she was from him, and yet she didn't seem to be going faster than before. Seeing that his pursuit was unsuccessful, he returned to Pwyll. Lord, the horse can't do more than you saw him do.

"I see," he replied, "that it is no use for anyone to pursue her. By me and God, she must have a mission for someone from this plain; but she doesn't give herself time to expose it. Let's go back to court. " 
They went there and spent the night there, having music and drinks as they wanted.
The next day, they spent the time entertaining until it was time to eat. When the meal was over, Pwyll said, "Where is the troop I was with yesterday and the day before at the top of the mound?
"Here we are, lord," they replied.
- Let's go sit there.
- And you, he said to his squire, saddle my horse well, go quickly with him on the road, and bring my spurs. " 

The servant did. They went to the mound. They had barely been there for a while when they saw the rider coming along the same road, in the same gear, and advancing at the same pace. Valet, said Pwyll, I see the horsewoman coming; give me my horse. He was no sooner in the saddle than she had already passed him. He spun around after her, and let go of the reins on his brash and fiery horse, convinced he was going to catch her on the second or third leap. He was no closer to her than before. He launched his horse at full speed. Seeing that it was no use for her to pursue her, Pwyll cried out, "Young lady, for the sake of the man you love most, wait for me."

"Willingly," she said; it would have been better for the horse that you had made this request some time ago. The young girl stopped and waited. She threw back the part of her veil that covered his face, fixed her gaze on him and began to speak with him.
- Princess, said Pwyll, where are you from and why are you traveling?
- For my own business, she replied, and I'm happy to see you.
- Welcome. In Pwyll's eyes, the faces of every maid or woman he had seen were no charm next to his. "Princess," he added, "will you tell me a word about your business?
- Yes, by me and God, she replied, my main business was to seek to see you.
- Well, for me, the best deal you can come for. Will you tell me who you are?

- Prince, I am Rhiannon, daughter of Heveidd Hen. They want to give me to someone in spite of myself. I didn't want any man, and that for the love of you, and I will never want anyone, unless you push me away. It is to get your answer on this subject that I have come.
- By me and God, here it is: If I were given a choice between all the women and virgins in the world, I would choose you.
- Well ! if that's your will, make a date for me before someone gives me another.
- The earliest would be best; fix it wherever you want.
"Well, Lord, in a year from now a feast will be prepared by me for your arrival in Heveidd's yard tonight."
- Willingly, I will be there on the appointed day.
- Stay healthy, lord, and remember your promise. I am leaving. " 

They parted, Pwyll returned to her people and her retinue. Whatever requests were made to him concerning the young girl, he passed on to other subjects. They spent the year in Arberth until the appointed time. He equipped himself with his knights, he hundredth, and went to the court of Heveidd Hen. They gave him a warm welcome. There was great meeting, great joy, and great preparations for a feast for him. All the resources of the court were disposed of according to his will. The hall was prepared and we sat down to table: Heveidd Hen sat down on one side of Pwyll, Rhiannon on the other; and, after them, each according to his dignity. We began to eat, drink and talk.

After we had finished eating, just as we were starting to drink, we saw a tall, dark young man enter, with a princely air, dressed in brocade. From the entrance to the hall he greeted Pwyll and her companions. God bless you soul, said Pwyll, come and sit down.
- No, he replied, I am a canvasser and I will state my request.
- Gladly.
- Lord, it is with you that I am dealing and it is to make a request that I have come.
- Whatever the object, if I can make you hold it, you will have it.
- Alas! Said Rhiannon, Why are you giving such an answer?
"He did it well, princess," said the stranger, in the presence of these gentlemen.
- What is your request, my soul? Pwyll said.
- You must sleep tonight with the woman I love the most; it is to claim it from you, as well as the preparations and provisions for the feast, that I have come here. " 

Pwyll was silent, finding nothing to answer. "Shut up as long as you like," cried Rhiannon; I've never seen a man be more sluggish than you.
“Princess,” he replied, “I didn't know who he was.
- It is the man to whom they wanted to give me in spite of myself, Gwawl, son of Clut, bellicose and rich personage. But since you have escaped speaking as you did, give me to him to save you from shame.
- Princess, I do not know which answer is yours; I can never take it upon myself to say what you advise me.
- Give me to him and I'll make him never have me.
- What do you mean ?

- I will put a small bag in your hand; keep it well. He will claim the feast from you and all its preparations and provisions, but none of it belongs to you. I will distribute it to the troops and the family. You will answer him in this way. As far as I'm concerned, I'll give him a deadline of one year, starting this evening, to sleep with me. At the end of the year, find yourself with your bag, with your knights, you hundredth, in the orchard up there. When he is in the midst of having fun and having a drink, enter, dressed in beggar's clothes, bag in hand, and ask only for the bag of food. Even if we put everything there is food and drink in these seven cantrevs, I will make it not fuller than before. When a large quantity has been filled in, he will ask you if your bag will ever be full. You will answer him that he will not be, if a very powerful nobleman does not get up, press the food in the sack with his feet and say: "We have had enough. It is he whom I will send there to trample on the food. Once he is in, turn the bag until it is over his head and tie a knot in the straps of the bag. Have a good trunk around your neck, and as soon as the bag is tied on it, blow the trunk: this will be the signal agreed upon between you and your knights. To this sound, which they base on the court.

Gwawl said to Pwyll, "It's about time I got a response to my request.
- Anything you asked of me of what is in my possession, he replied, you will have it.
“My soul,” said Rhiannon to him, “for the feast with all the provisions, I have arranged for the men of Dyvet, my family and the companies here; I will not allow it to be given to anyone. In a year from now tonight a feast will be prepared in this room for you, my soul, for the night you sleep with me.
Gwawl returned to his land, Pwyll en Dyvet, and they spent the year there until the time appointed for the feast in Eveidd Hen's yard.

Gwawl son of Clut went to the feast prepared for him; he entered the courtyard and received a warm welcome. As for Pwyll, chief of Annwvyn, he went to the orchard with his knights, him hundredth, as Rhiannon had recommended to him, carrying his bag. He put on heavy rags and put on heavy shoes. When he knew that we had finished eating and that we were starting to drink, he walked straight into the room. Arrived at the entrance, he greeted Gwawl and his companions, men and women. God give you well, said Gwawl, welcome in his name.
- Lord, he replied, I have a request for you.
- May she be welcome; if you ask me properly, you will get it.
- Adequate, lord; I only ask out of need. Here is what I ask: fill the little bag you see with food.
- This is indeed a modest request; I will gladly grant it to you: bring him food. " 

A large number of officers stood up and began to fill the bag. It was nice to put some: it was not fuller than at the beginning. My soul, said Gwawl, will your bag ever be full?
- It will never be, by me and God, whatever one puts there, unless a master of lands, estates and vassals gets up, squeezes the food with his two feet in the bag and do not say: "We have put in enough. "
- Champion, Rhiannon said to Gwawl, son of Clut, get up quickly.
"Willingly," he replied.

He stood up and put his two feet in the bag. Pwyll turned the bag so well that Gwawl got it over his head and, quickly, he closed the bag, tied it with the straps and sounded the horn. The people of his household invaded the yard, seized all those who had come with Gwawl and exposed him himself in his own prison (the sack). Pwyll threw back the rags, heavy shoes, and all of her crass garbage. Each of his people as they walked in were banging the bag and saying, “What's in there?
"A badger," replied the others. The game consists of kicking the bag, either with the foot or with a cudgel.
So they played the bag game. Everyone entering asked: "What game are you playing there?
- The game of the Badger in the bag ", they replied. And this is how the game of the Badger in the bag was made for the first time.
'Lord,' said the sackcloth man to Pwyll, 'if you would listen to me, it is not worthy treatment to be beaten in this sack.
- Lord, also said Eveidd Hen, he is telling the truth. It is not a treatment worthy of him.
“Well,” Pwyll replied, “I'll take your advice on that.

"Here's what to do," said Rhiannon; you are in a situation which commands you to satisfy the solicitors and the artists. Let him give to everyone in your place and take pledges from him that there will never be any claim or revenge on him. He's punished enough.
"I agree to it readily," said the man with the bag.
"I will," Pwyll said, "if that's the opinion of Eveydd and Rhiannon."
- That's our opinion, they replied.
- So I accept: seek sureties for him.
“We will be, we,” replied Eveydd, “until his men are free and answer for him. Thereupon, he was let out of the bag and his nobles were freed.
“Now ask Gwawl for bonds,” Eveydd said to Pwyll, “we know everyone we can take from him. Eveydd listed the sureties.
 Now, said Gwawl to Pwyll, arrange the treaty yourself.
'I'm content,' he replied, 'with the one Rhiannon suggested. This arrangement was confirmed by the sureties.

 Truly, Lord, said Gwawl then, I am grounded and covered with bruises. I need baths: with your permission, I will go and I will leave nobles here in my place to respond to each of those who come to you as petitioners.
"I will allow it," Pwyll replied.
Gwawl returned to his lands. The hall was prepared for Pwyll, her people and those of the court as well. Then everyone sat down to table and everyone sat down in the same order as a year ago that night. They ate and drank. When the time was right, Pwyll and Rhiannon went to their room. The night was spent in pleasure and contentment. The next day, in the youth of the day, Rhiannon said, “Lord, arise, and begin to please the artists; do not deny anyone today what he will ask of you.
"I will gladly do that," said Pwyll, "and today and the following days, as long as this banquet lasts."

Pwyll stood up and had a publication made inviting canvassers and artists to show up and telling them that each of them would be accommodated according to their will and fancy. What was done. The banquet continued and, as long as it lasted, no one was refused. When it was finished, Pwyll said to Eveydd, “Lord, with your permission, I will leave for Dyvet tomorrow.
“Well,” said Eveydd, “God make the way straight before you. Set the term and when Rhiannon will join you.
- By me and God, he replied, we will both leave here together.
- Is that your desire, lord?
- Yes, by me and God. " 

They set out the next day for Dyvet and went to the court of Arberth, where a feast had been prepared for them. From all over the country, from all lands, the noblest men and women flocked around them. Rhiannon left no one without giving him a remarkable present, either a necklace, a ring, or a precious stone.

They ruled the country prosperously this year, then a second. But the third, the men of the country began to conceive dark thoughts, seeing without an heir a man whom they loved as much as they were their lord and their foster brother: they begged him to come to them. The meeting took place in Presseleu, in Dyvet.

 Lord, they said to him, we do not know if you will live as long as some of the men of this land, and we are afraid that you do not have an heir from the woman you live with. So take another which gives you an heir. You won't last forever; also, even if you would like to stay like that, we would not allow you to.
'It's not been a long time,' Pwyll replied, 'that we've been together. Many things can happen. Get this business over with me within a year. Let's agree to meet today in a year, and then I'll follow your advice. We agreed on the deadline.

Before the appointed term, a son was born to him, in Arberth itself. On the night of his birth, women were sent to watch over mother and child. The women fell asleep, as did Rhiannon the mother. These women were six in number. They kept watch part of the night; but, before midnight, they fell asleep and did not wake up until daybreak. As soon as they awoke, their eyes moved to where they had placed the child: there was no trace of him.
 Alas! cried one of them, the child is lost!
- Certainly, said another, we will find it too weak an atonement for us for the loss of the child to burn us or kill us!
- Is there in the world, cried another, any advice to follow on this occasion?
- Yes, answered one of them, I know a good one.
- Who ? they all said. There is a hunting dog here with her young. Let's kill some of the little ones, rub Rhiannon's face and hands with their blood, throw the bones in front of her and swear she was the one who killed her son. Our sixth oath will trump its assertion alone. " 

They stopped at this project.
Towards daylight, Rhiannon awoke and said, “Women, where is my son?
- Princess, do not ask us for your son; we are only wounds and contusions, after our struggle against you; never, indeed, have we seen so much strength in a woman; it was of no use to us to fight against you: you yourself have torn your son to pieces. So don't ask us for it.
Unhappy, she replied, by the All-Seeing Lord God, do not lay a false accusation on me. God who knows everything, knows it's wrong. If you are afraid, I attest to God, I will protect you.
'Certainly,' they cried, 'we will not expose ourselves to harm for anyone in the world.
- Unhappy, but you will have no harm in telling the truth. Despite everything beautiful and touching she could say to them, she only got the same answer from them.

At that moment, Pwyll stood up, along with her troop and her entire household. We could not hide the misfortune from him. The news spread throughout the country. All the nobles learned about it; they got together and sent messengers to Pwyll asking her to part ways with his wife after such a gruesome crime. Pwyll answered them this way: "You only asked me to separate from my wife for one reason: that is that she had no children. However, I know him one. So I will not part with her. If she has done wrong, may she do penance. Rhiannon brought in doctors and wise men, and he found it more worthy to accept penance than to enter into discussion with women. Here is the penance that was imposed on her: she would stay for seven years in a row at the court of Arberth, would sit every day next to the stone mount which was at the entrance, outside, would tell everyone who would seem to him to ignore the whole adventure and would suggest, to the hosts and to the strangers, if they wanted to allow it, to carry them on his back to the court. It seldom happened that someone consented to be carried away. She spent part of the year like this.

At that time there was as lord in Gwent Is-coed Teyrnon Twryv Vliant. He was the best man in the world. He had at home a mare that no horse or mare in the whole kingdom surpassed in beauty. Every year, on the night of Calends in May, she gave birth, but no one ever heard from the foal. One evening, Teyrnon said to his wife: “Woman, we are really nonchalant: each year we have a foal from our mare and we don't keep any!
- What can we do about it? she replied.
- May the vengeance of God be on me, if, this night, which is that of the calends of May, I do not know what kind of destruction thus robs me of my foals. He brought the mare in, put on his armor and began his guard.

At the start of the night, the mare gave birth to a tall, accomplished colt which immediately rose to her feet. Teyrnon stood up and began to consider the beautiful proportions of the horse. While he was thus occupied, he heard a great noise, and immediately afterwards he saw a claw enter through a window which was on the house and seize the horse by the mane. Teyrnon drew his sword and cut off the arm from the elbow joint, so that part and the colt remained inside him. Thereupon, tumult and shrill cries were heard. He opened the door and rushed in the direction of the noise. He could not see the author because of the darkness, but he rushed to his side and started in pursuit. Remembering that he had left the door open, he returned. At the very door he found a little boy swaddled and wrapped in a brocade coat. He took it: the child was strong for the age he appeared. He closed the door and went to the room where his wife was. Lady, he said, are you sleeping?

- No, lord; I was sleeping, but I woke up when you walked in.
'Here is a son for you,' he said, 'if you want to have one who has never been yours.
- Lord, what is this adventure?
- Here is. And he told her the whole story.
 Well, my lord, she said, what sort of coat does he have?
"A brocade coat," he replied.
- He's a gentleman's son. We would find in him distraction and consolation, if you wanted. I would bring in women and tell them I'm pregnant.
"I agree with you on that," Teyrnon replied.
So they did. They had the infant administered the baptism then in use, and he was given the name Gwri Wallt Euryn (with golden hair), because all that hair on his head was as yellow as gold. gold.

They feed him at court until he is one year old. At the end of the year, he walked with a solid step; he was more developed than a tall, fat three-year-old. After a second year of education, he was as big as a six-year-old. Before the end of the fourth year, he was trying to win over the valets of the horses to let him lead them to the watering hole.

 Lord, then said the lady to Teyrnon, where is the colt you saved the night you found the child?
"I entrusted him to the footmen," he replied, recommending that they take good care of him.
"Wouldn't you do well, lord, to have him tamed and give him to the child, since it was the very night you found him that the foal was born and that you saved him?"
- I won't go against it. I authorize you to give it to him.
- God give it back to you, so I will give it to him. " 
The horse was given to the child; the lady went to the stable-servants and the squires to recommend that they watch over the horse and ensure that it was well trained for the moment when the child went for a ride, with orders to inform her about it.

In the midst of these occupations, they heard surprising news about Rhiannon and his penance. Teyrnon, because of the discovery he had made, listened to this story and kept inquiring about it until he had often heard the many people who frequented the court pity Rhiannon for his sad adventure and his penance. Teyrnon thinks about it. He carefully examined the child and found that he looked like Pwyll1, chief of Annwn, just as he had never seen a son look like his father. Pwyll's appearance was well known to him, for he had once been her man. He was then seized with great sadness at the thought of the harm he was causing by restraining the child when he knew he was the son of another. As soon as he found support for his wife in particular, he reminded her that they were not doing well to hold the child and thus leave so much trouble on a lady like Rhiannon, the child being the son of Pwyll, Chief of Annwn. Teyrnon's wife agreed with him to send the child to Pwyll.

 We will reap, she said, three advantages: first, thanks and alms for having put an end to Rhiannon's penance; thanks from Pwyll for raising the child and returning it to her; thirdly, if the child is of noble nature, he will be our foster son and do us as much good as he can. They stopped at this resolution.

No later than the next day, Teyrnon equipped himself with his knights, he third, his fourth son, mounted on the horse which he had given him. They walked over to Arberth and did. soon arrived. They saw Rhiannon sitting next to the stone mount. When they arrived at her height, she said to them, “Lord, go no further; I will carry each of you to court: this is my penance for having killed my son and for having torn him to pieces.
'Lady,' Teyrnon replied, 'I don't believe that one of us here is going on your back.
Go who wants, said the child, for me, I will not go.
"Neither do we, sure, my soul," said Teyrnon. They entered court, where they were received with great demonstrations of joy.

We were just starting a banquet; Pwyll had just taken her turn of Dyvet. They went to the room and went to wash. Pwyll greeted Teyrnon well. We sat down: Teyrnon, between Pwyll and Rhiannon, his two companions above, next to Pwyll, and the child between them. After we had finished eating and started drinking, they began to talk. Teyrnon, for his part, told the story of the mare and the child, as the child had passed for his own and that of his wife, how they had brought him up. "Here is your son, princess," he added; those who falsely accused you are very wrong. When I learned of the pain that was overwhelming you, I felt great pain and compassion. I don't believe there is anyone in the audience who doesn't recognize the child as Pwyll's son.

- No one doubts it, they all replied.
- By me and God, my spirit would be freed from its worry (pryderi), if it were true.
“Princess,” cried Pendaran Dyvet, “you have correctly named your son, Pryderi; that suits him perfectly: Pryderi, son of Pwyll, chief of Annwn.
'See,' Rhiannon said, 'if his own name wouldn't suit him even better.
- What name does he have? said Pendaran Dyvet.
- We gave him the name of Gwri Wallt Euryn (Golden Hair).
"Pryderi will be his name," Pendaran said.
'Nothing could be fairer,' said Pwyll, 'than to give him the name his mother said when she heard happy news about him.
We stopped at this idea.

 Teyrnon, said Pwyll, God reward you, for raising this child up to this hour; it is also just that he himself, if he is truly noble, returns it to you.
'Lord,' he replied, 'not a woman in the world will have more sorrow after her son than the woman who raised him will have after him. It is right that he does not forget me or her for what we have done for him.
'By me and God,' replied Pwyll, 'as long as I live, I will maintain you and your possessions, as long as I can maintain mine. When it is his turn, he will have even more reasons than me to support you. If this is your opinion and that of these gentlemen, as you have nurtured it so far, we will now give it to Pendaran Dyvet to breed. You will be companions, and for him, both foster fathers.
- It’s a good idea, ”everyone said.

So the child was given to Pendaran Dyvet. The nobles of the country went with him. Teyrnon Twryv Vliant and his companions set out amid expressions of affection and joy. He did not go away without being offered the most beautiful jewels, the best horses and the most sought after dogs, but he would not accept anything. They then remained in their domains. Pryderi, son of Pwyll, chieftain of Annwn, was brought up with care, as it should have been, until he became the most agreeable, handsome, and accomplished young man he ever had. was there throughout the kingdom. Years and years passed like this, until the end of life came to Pwyll, chief of Annwn. After his death, Pryderi ruled the seven cantrevs of Dyvet in a prosperous fashion, loved by his vassals and all around him. Then he added to his domains the three cantrevs of Ystrat Tywi and four cantrevs of Ceredigyawn: they are called the seven cantrevs of Seisyllwch. He was occupied with these conquests until the moment when it occurred to him to marry. He chooses for wife Kicva, daughter of Gwynn Gohoyw, son of Gloyw Wallt Lydan, son of Casnar Wledic, of the race of the princes of this island. Thus ends this branch of Mabinogion.