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The Mabinogion is one of the masterpieces of world literature, and a must-read for anyone who wants to have an understanding of Celtic lore.
North, and came to where the hag’s cave was. And Gwyn son of Nudd and Gwythyr son of Greidol advised that Cacamwri and Hygwydd his brother should be sent to fight the hag. As they came into the cave the hag attacked them, and grabbed Hygwydd by his hair and threw him to the ground beneath her. Cacamwri grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off Hygwydd to the ground, and she turned on Cacamwri and thrashed both of them and disarmed them, and sent them out shrieking and shouting. Arthur became
Olwen for Culhwch. Of the nineteen sons listed here, some are clearly farcical. Caw’s son Gildas is the sixth-century Welsh and Breton saint, whose memory is preserved in two saints lives. Samson (Dry-Lip) is named as another of Caw’s sons in the genealogies, again a saint and the founder of the cathedral of Dol in Brittany. 7Fflergant, king of Brittany: Alan IV, or Alan Fyrgan, duke of Brittany (d. 1119). He appears in the triads as one whose war-band was disloyal to him (TYP 30) and
Dyfed. A feast had been prepared for them, ready for their arrival at Arberth, arranged by Rhiannon and Cigfa. Then Manawydan and Rhiannon sat together and began to converse; and as a result of that conversation his head and heart grew tender towards her, and he was delighted that he had never seen a woman who was fairer or more beautiful than her. ‘Pryderi,’ he said, ‘I will agree to your proposal.’ ‘What was that?’ said Rhiannon. ‘My lady,’ said Pryderi, ‘I have given you as a wife to
greet him from me, and tell him I will come and see him soon.’ ‘I will,’ he replied. The lad arrived when it was time for them to wake up. They got up and walked around. When it was time for them to eat, they did so, and the lad waited on them. Geraint asked the man of the house if he had companions he wished to invite to join him. ‘I do,’ he replied. ‘Then bring them here to have their fill, at my expense, of the best that can be bought in the town.’ The best men known to the host were
the ground. And then they fought on foot, and each dealt the other blows—fast and furious, bold and bitter, powerful and painful—and they pierced their helmets, and broke the mail caps, and shattered the armour until their eyes were losing their sight because of the sweat and blood. Finally Geraint became enraged and summoned up his strength and, furious and valiant, swift and ardent, bloody and resolute, he raised his sword and struck him on top of his head, a deadly painful, poisonous-piercing,