Mythology, Celtic -- Wales; Tales -- Wales; Welsh literature -- 1100-1400 -- Translations into English
And no later than the next day was Teirnyon equipped, and two other
knights with him. And the boy, as a fourth in their company, went with
them upon the horse which Teirnyon had given him. And they journeyed
towards Narberth, and it was not long before they reached that place. And
as they drew near to the palace, they beheld Rhiannon sitting beside the
horse block. And when they were opposite to her. "Chieftain," said she,
"go not further thus, I will bear every one of you into the palace, and
this is my penance for slaying my own son and devouring him." "Oh fair
lady," said Teirnyon, "think not that I will be one to be carried upon
thy back." "Neither will I," said the boy. "Truly, my soul," said
Teirnyon, "we will not go." {35} So they went forward to the palace, and
there was great joy at their coming. And at the palace a feast was
prepared, because Pwyll was come back from the confines of Dyved. And
they went into the hall and washed, and Pwyll rejoiced to see Teirnyon.
And in this order they sat. Teirnyon between Pwyll and Rhiannon, and
Teirnyon's two companions on the other side of Pwyll, with the boy
between them. And after meat they began to carouse and to discourse. And
Teirnyon's discourse was concerning the adventure of the mare and the
boy, and how he and his wife had nursed and reared the child as their
own. "And behold here is thy son, lady," said Teirnyon. "And whosoever
told that lie concerning thee, has done wrong. And when I heard of thy
sorrow, I was troubled and grieved. And I believe that there is none of
this host, who will not perceive that the boy is the son of Pwyll," said
Teirnyon. "There is none," said they all, "who is not certain thereof."
"I declare to Heaven," said Rhiannon, "that if this be true, there indeed
is an end to my trouble." {36a} "Lady," said Pendaran Dyved, "well hast
thou named thy son Pryderi, and well becomes him the name of Pryderi, son
of Pwyll, chief of Annwvyn." "Look you," said Rhiannon, "will not his
own name become him better?" "What name has he?" asked Pendaran Dyved.
"Gwri Wallt Euryn, is the name that we gave him." "Pryderi," said
Pendaran, "shall his name be." "It were more proper," said Pwyll, "that
the boy should take his name from the word his mother spoke when she
received the joyful tidings of him." And thus was it arranged.
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