“Lord,” said he, “there is a release from the word you spoke last evening concerning the swine—that you may neither give them nor sell them. You may exchange them for something which is better. I will give you these twelve horses with their gold harness, and these twelve greyhounds with their gold collars and leashes, and these twelve gilded shields for them.” Pryderi took counsel with his men, and agreed to the bargain. So Gwydion and his followers took the swine and went away with them, hurrying as fast as they could, for Gwydion knew that the illusion would not last longer than a day. The memory of their journey was long kept up; every place where they rested between Dyfed and Caer Dathyl is remembered by a name connecting it with pigs. There is a Mochdrev (“Swine’s Town”) in each of the three counties of Cardiganshire, Montgomeryshire, and Denbighshire, and a Castell y Moch (“Swine’s Castle”) near Mochnant (“Swine’s Brook”), which runs through part of the two latter counties. They shut up the pigs in safety, and then assembled all Mâth’s army; for the horses and hounds and shields had returned to fungus, and Pryderi, who guessed Gwydion’s part in it, was coming northward in hot haste. There were two battles—one at Maenor Penardd, near Conway, and the other at Maenor Alun, now called Coed Helen, near Caernarvon. Beaten in both, Pryderi fell back upon Nant Call, about nine miles from Caernarvon. Here he was again defeated with great slaughter, and sent hostages, asking for peace and a safe retreat. This was granted by Mâth; but, none the less, the army of the sons of Dôn insisted on following the retreating host, and harassing it. So Pryderi sent a complaint to Mâth, demanding that, if there must still be war, Gwydion, who had caused all the trouble, should fight with him in single combat. Gwydion agreed, and the champions of light and darkness met face to face. But Pryderi was the waning power, and he fell before the strength and magic of Gwydion. “And at Maen Tyriawc, above Melenryd, was he buried, and there is his grave”, says the Mabinogi, though the ancient Welsh poem, called the “Verses of the Graves of the Warriors”[356], assigns him a different resting-place.[357] This decisive victory over Hades and its kings was the end of the struggle, until it was renewed, with still more complete success, by one greater than Gwydion—the invincible Arthur. ----- Footnote 347: Or the Celtic Elysium, “a mythical country beneath the waves of the sea”. Footnote 348: See the _Spoiling of Annwn_, quoted in chap. XXI—“The Mythological ‘Coming of Arthur’”. Footnote 349: Rhys: _Hibbert Lectures_, pp. 250-251. Footnote 350: