This name of the sun-god is a good example of how obsolete the ancient pagan tradition had become before it was put into writing. The old word _Lleu_, meaning “light”, had passed out of use, and the scribe substituted for a name that was unintelligible to him one like it which he knew, namely _Llew_, meaning “lion”. The word _Gyffes_ seems also to have suffered change, and to have meant originally not “steady”, but “long”[307]. At any rate, Arianrod was defeated in her design to keep her son nameless. Neither did she even get her shoes; for, as soon as he had gained his object, Gwydion allowed the boat to change back into sea-weed, and the leather to return to sedge and sticks. So, in her anger, she put a fresh destiny on the boy, that he should not take arms till she herself gave them him. Gwydion, however, took Lleu to Dinas Dinllev, his castle, which still stands at the edge of the Menai Straits, and brought him up as a warrior. As soon as he thought him old enough to have arms, he took him with him again to Caer Arianrod. This time, they were disguised as bards. Arianrod received them gladly, heard Gwydion’s songs and tales, feasted them, and prepared a room for them to sleep in. The next morning, Gwydion got up very early, and prepared his most powerful incantations. By his druidical arts he made it seem as if the whole country rang with the shouts and trumpets of an army, and he put a glamour over everyone, so that they saw the bay filled with ships. Arianrod came to him in terror, asking what could be done to protect the castle. “Give us arms,” he replied, “and we will do the best we can.” So Arianrod’s maidens armed Gwydion, while Arianrod herself put arms on Lleu. By the time she had finished, all the noises had ceased, and the ships had vanished. “Let us take our arms off again,” said Gwydion; “we shall not need them now.” “But the army is all round the castle!” cried Arianrod. “There was no army,” answered Gwydion; “it was only an illusion of mine to cause you to break your prophecy and give our son arms. And now he has got them, without thanks to you.” “Then I will lay a worse destiny on him,” cried the infuriated goddess. “He shall never have a wife of the people of this earth.” “He shall have a wife in spite of you,” said Gwydion. So Gwydion went to Mâth, his uncle and tutor in magic, and between them they made a woman out of flowers by charms and illusion. “They took the blossoms of the oak, and the blossoms of the broom, and the blossoms of the meadow-sweet, and produced from them a maiden, the fairest and most graceful that man ever saw.” They called her Blodeuwedd (Flower-face), and gave her to Lleu as his wife. And they gave Lleu a palace called Mur y Castell, near Bala Lake.