'Mabinogion'
Pwyll son of Dyved excerpt
PWYLL Prince of Dyfed,
was lord of the seven Cantrevs of Dyfed. And once upon a time he was at Narberth
his chief palace, and he was minded to go and hunt, and the part of his
dominions in which it pleased him to hunt was Glyn Cuch. So he set forth from
Narberth that night, and went as far as Llwyn Diarwyd. And that night he tarried
there, and early on the morrow he rose and came to Glyn Cuch; when he let loose
the dogs in the wood and sounded the horn, and began the chase. And as he
followed the dogs, he lost his companions; and whilst he listened to the hounds,
he heard the cry of other hounds, a cry different from his own, and coming in
the opposite direction.
And he beheld a glade in the wood
forming a level plain, and as his dogs came to the edge of the glade, he saw a
stag before the other dogs. And lo, as it reached the middle of the glade, the
dogs that followed the stag overtook it and brought it down. Then looked he at
the colour of the dogs, staying not to look at the stag, and of all the hounds
that he had seen in the world, he had never seen any that were like unto these.
For their hair was of a brilliant shining white, and their ears were red; and as
the whiteness of their bodies shone, so did the redness of their ears glisten.
And he came towards the dogs, and drove away those that had brought down the
stag, and set his own dogs upon it.
And as he was setting on his dogs he
saw a horseman coming towards him upon a large light-grey steed, with a hunting
horn round his neck, and clad in garments of grey woollen in the fashion of a
hunting garb. And the horseman drew near and spoke unto him thus.
"Chieftain," said he,
"I know who thou art, and I greet thee not."
"Peradventure," said Pwyll, "thou art of such dignity
that thou shouldest not do so."
"Verily," answered he, "it is not my dignity that
prevents me."
"What is it then, O Chieftain?" asked he.
"By Heaven, it is by reason of thine own ignorance and want of
courtesy."
"What discourtesy, Chieftain, hast thou seen in me?"
"Greater discourtesy saw I never in man," said he,
"than to drive away the dogs that were killing the stag and to set upon it
thine own. This was discourteous, and though I may not be revenged upon thee,
yet I declare to Heaven that I will do thee more dishonour than the value of an
hundred stags."
"O Chieftain," he replied, " if I have done ill I
will redeem thy friendship."
"How wilt thou redeem it?"
"According as thy dignity may be, but I know not who thou
art?"
"A crowned King am I in the land whence I come."
"Lord," said he, "may the day prosper with thee, and
from what land comest thou?"
"From Annwvyn," answered he; "Arawn, a King of Annwvyn,
am I."
"Lord," said he, "how may I gain thy
friendship?"
Glossary:
- cantrev: old Welsh district of a hundred towns
- tarried: to remain temporarily
- peradventure: perhaps, perchance
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