Mythology, Celtic -- Wales; Tales -- Wales; Welsh literature -- 1100-1400 -- Translations into English
Arthur was in Caerlleon upon Usk; and he went to hunt, and Peredur went
with him. And Peredur let loose his dog upon a hart, and the dog killed
the hart in a desert place. And a short space from him he saw signs of a
dwelling, and towards the dwelling he went, and he beheld a hall, and at
the door of the hall he found bald swarthy youths playing at chess. And
when he entered, he beheld three maidens sitting on a bench, and they
were all clothed alike, as became persons of high rank. And he came, and
sat by them upon the bench; and one of the maidens looked steadfastly
upon Peredur, and wept. And Peredur asked her wherefore she was weeping.
“Through grief, that I should see so fair a youth as thou art, slain.”
“Who will slay me?” inquired Peredur. “If thou art so daring as to
remain here to-night, I will tell thee.” “How great soever my danger may
be from remaining here, I will listen unto thee.” “This Palace is owned
by him who is my father,” said the maiden, “and he slays every one who
comes hither without his leave.” “What sort of a man is thy father, that
he is able to slay every one thus?” “A man who does violence and wrong
unto his neighbours, and who renders justice unto none.” And hereupon he
saw the youths arise and clear the chessmen from the board. And he heard
a great tumult; and after the tumult there came in a huge black one-eyed
man, and the maidens arose to meet him. And they disarrayed him, and he
went and sat down; and after he had rested and pondered awhile, he looked
at Peredur, and asked who the knight was. “Lord,” said one of the
maidens, “he is the fairest and gentlest youth that ever thou didst see.
And for the sake of Heaven, and of thine own dignity, have patience with
him.” “For thy sake I will have patience, and I will grant him his life
this night.” Then Peredur came towards them to the fire, and partook of
food and liquor, and entered into discourse with the ladies. And being
elated with the liquor, he said to the black man, “It is a marvel to me,
so mighty as thou sayest thou art, who could have put out thine eye.”
“It is one of my habits,” said the black man, “that whosoever puts to me
the question which thou hast asked, shall not escape with his life,
either as a free gift or for a price.” “Lord,” said the maiden,
“whatsoever he may say to thee in jest, and through the excitement of
liquor, make good that which thou saidst and didst promise me just now.”
“I will do so, gladly, for thy sake,” said he. “Willingly will I grant
him his life this night.” And that night thus they remained.
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