Mythology, Celtic -- Wales; Tales -- Wales; Welsh literature -- 1100-1400 -- Translations into English
take the cudgel and the shield from the hand of the youth with the auburn
hair, and draw blood from the yellow-haired youth if thou canst.” So
Peredur arose, and went to play with the yellow-haired youth; and he
lifted up his arm, and struck him such a mighty blow, that his brow fell
over his eye, and the blood flowed forth. “Ah, my life,” said the man,
“come now, and sit down, for thou wilt become the best fighter with the
sword of any in this island; and I am thy uncle, thy mother’s brother.
And with me shalt thou remain a space, in order to learn the manners and
customs of different countries, and courtesy, and gentleness, and noble
bearing. Leave, then, the habits and the discourse of thy mother, and I
will be thy teacher; and I will raise thee to the rank of knight from
this time forward. And thus do thou. If thou seest aught to cause thee
wonder, ask not the meaning of it; if no one has the courtesy to inform
thee, the reproach will not fall upon thee, but upon me that am thy
teacher.” And they had abundance of honour and service. And when it was
time they went to sleep. At the break of day, Peredur arose, and took
his horse, and with his uncle’s permission he rode forth. And he came to
a vast desert wood, and at the further end of the wood was a meadow, and
on the other side of the meadow he saw a large castle. And thitherward
Peredur bent his way, and he found the gate open, and he proceeded to the
hall. And he beheld a stately hoary-headed man sitting on one side of
the hall, and many pages around him, who arose to receive and to honour
Peredur. And they placed him by the side of the owner of the palace.
Then they discoursed together; and when it was time to eat, they caused
Peredur to sit beside the nobleman during the repast. And when they had
eaten and drunk as much as they desired, the nobleman asked Peredur
whether he could fight with a sword? “Were I to receive instruction,”
said Peredur, “I think I could.” Now, there was on the floor of the hall
a huge staple, as large as a warrior could grasp. “Take yonder sword,”
said the man to Peredur, “and strike the iron staple.” So Peredur arose
and struck the staple, so that he cut it in two; and the sword broke into
two parts also. “Place the two parts together, and reunite them,” and
Peredur placed them together, and they became entire as they were before.
And a second time he struck upon the staple, so that both it and the
sword broke in two, and as before they reunited. And the third time he
gave a like blow, and placed the broken parts together, and neither the
staple nor the sword would unite as before. “Youth,” said the nobleman,
“come now, and sit down, and my blessing be upon thee. Thou fightest
best with the sword of any man in the kingdom. Thou hast arrived at
two-thirds of thy strength, and the other third thou hast not yet
obtained; and when thou attainest to thy full power, none will be able to
contend with thee.
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