more than nine years before, and he then exhibited his gold and wealth to Angharad; and she, having in the course of time lost much of her regret, listened to his affectionate address. And the illusion fell upon her, and seeing that she should become a noble lady higher than any in Wales, she named a day for her marriage with him. And there was a great preparation of every elegant and sumptuous kind of apparel, and of meats and drinks, and of every honourable guest, and every excellence of song and string, and every preparation of banquet and festive entertainment. And when the honourable saw a particularly beautiful harp in Angharad's room, he wished to have it played on; and the harpers present, the best in Wales, tried to put it in tune, but were not able. And when everything was made ready for to proceed to Church to be married, Einion came into the house and Angharad saw him as an old decrepit, withered, gray-haired man, stooping with age, and dressed in rags, and she asked him if he would turn the spit whilst the meat was roasting. "I will," said he and went about the work with the white staff in his hand after the manner of a man carrying a pilgrim's staff. And after dinner had been prepared, all the minstrels failing to put the harp in tune for Angharad, Einion got up and took it in his hand, and tuned it, and played on it the air which Angharad loved. And she marvelled exceedingly, and asked him who he was. And he answered in song and stanza thus: "Einion the golden-hearted, am I called by all around; The son of Gwalchmai, Ap Meilir My fond illusion continued long, Evil thought of for my lengthened stay." "Where has thou been?" "In Kent, in Gwent, in the wood in Monmouth, in Maelor Gorwenydd; And in the Valley of Gwyn, the son of Nudd, See the bright gold is the token." And he gave her the ring. "Look not on the whitened hue of the hair. Where once my aspect was spirited and bold; Now gray, without disguise, where once it was yellow; The blossoms of the grave--the end of all men. The fate that so long affected me, it was time that should alter me; Never was Angharad out of my remembrance, Einion was by thee forgotten." And she could not bring him to her recollection. Then said he to the guests:-- "If I have lost her whom I loved, the fair one of the polished mind, The daughter of Ednyved Vychan; I have not lost (so get you out)-- Either my bed, or my house, or my fire."