Celts -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Fairy tales -- Great Britain; Folklore -- Great Britain; Tales -- Great Britain
So they parted, and he went back to his hosts and to them of his
household. And whatsoever questions they asked him respecting the
damsel, he always turned the discourse upon other matters. And when a
year from that time was gone, he caused a hundred knights to equip
themselves, and to go with him to the palace of Heveyth Hen. And he came
to the palace, and there was great joy concerning him, with much
concourse of people, and great rejoicing, and vast preparations for his
coming. And the whole court was placed under his orders.
And the hall was garnished, and they went to meat, and thus did they
sit; Heveyth Hen was on one side of Powel, and Rhiannon on the other.
And all the rest according to their rank. And they ate and feasted and
talked, one with another; and at the beginning of the carousal after
the meat, there entered a tall auburn-haired youth, of royal bearing,
clothed in a garment of satin. And when he came into the hall he saluted
Powel and his companions.
"The greeting of Heaven be unto thee, my soul," said Powel. "Come thou
and sit down."
"Nay," said he, "a suitor am I; and I will do mine errand."
"Do so willingly," said Powel.
"Lord," said he, "my errand is unto thee; and it is to crave a boon of
thee that I come."
"What boon soever thou mayest ask of me, as far as I am able, thou shalt
have."
"Ah," said Rhiannon, "wherefore didst thou give that answer?"
"Has he not given it before the presence of these nobles?" asked the
youth.
"My soul," said Powel, "what is the boon thou askest?"
"The lady whom best I love is to be thy bride this night; I come to ask
her of thee, with the feast and the banquet that are in this place."
And Powel was silent because of the answer which he had given.
"Be silent as long as thou wilt," said Rhiannon. "Never did man make
worse use of his wits than thou hast done."
"Lady," said he, "I knew not who he was."
"Behold, this is the man to whom they would have given me against my
will," said she. "And he is Gwawl the son of Clud, a man of great power
and wealth; and because of the word thou hast spoken, bestow me upon
him, lest shame befall thee."
"Lady," said he, "I understand not thine answer. Never can I do as thou
sayest."
"Bestow me upon him," said she, "and I will cause that I shall never be
his."
"By what means will that be?" said Powel.
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