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Myths and Legends of the Celtic Race - Knowledge Rush

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312 <strong>Myths</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Legends</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Celtic</strong> <strong>Race</strong>[362]said Pwyll unsuspiciously, “if it be in my power.” “Ah,” criedRhiannon, “wherefore didst thou give that answer?” “Hath henot given it before all <strong>the</strong>se nobles?” said <strong>the</strong> youth; “<strong>and</strong> now<strong>the</strong> boon I crave is to have thy bride Rhiannon, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> feast <strong>and</strong><strong>the</strong> banquet that are in this place.” Pwyll was silent. “Be silentas long as thou wilt,” said Rhiannon. “Never did man makeworse use <strong>of</strong> his wits than thou hast done.” She tells him that<strong>the</strong> auburn-haired young man is Gwawl, son <strong>of</strong> Clud, <strong>and</strong> is <strong>the</strong>suitor to escape from whom she had fled to Pwyll.Pwyll is bound in honour by his word, <strong>and</strong> Rhiannon explainsthat <strong>the</strong> banquet cannot be given to Gwawl, for it is not in Pwyll'spower, but that she herself will be his bride in a twelvemonth;Gwawl is to come <strong>and</strong> claim her <strong>the</strong>n, <strong>and</strong> a new bridal feast willbe prepared for him. Meantime she concerts a plan with Pwyll,<strong>and</strong> gives him a certain magical bag, which he is to make use <strong>of</strong>when <strong>the</strong> time shall come.A year passed away, Gwawl appeared according to <strong>the</strong>compact, <strong>and</strong> a great feast was again set forth, in which he,<strong>and</strong> not Pwyll, had <strong>the</strong> place <strong>of</strong> honour. As <strong>the</strong> company weremaking merry, however, a beggar clad in rags <strong>and</strong> shod withclumsy old shoes came into <strong>the</strong> hall, carrying a bag, as beggarsare wont to do. He humbly craved a boon <strong>of</strong> Gwawl. It wasmerely that <strong>the</strong> full <strong>of</strong> his bag <strong>of</strong> food might be given him from<strong>the</strong> banquet. Gwawl cheerfully consented, <strong>and</strong> an attendant wentto fill <strong>the</strong> bag. But however much <strong>the</strong>y put into it it never gotfuller—by degrees all <strong>the</strong> good things on <strong>the</strong> tables had gonein; <strong>and</strong> at last Gwawl cried: “My soul, will thy bag never befull?” “It will not, I declare to heaven,” answered Pwyll—forhe, <strong>of</strong> course, was <strong>the</strong> disguised beggar man—“unless some manwealthy in l<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> treasure shall get into <strong>the</strong> bag <strong>and</strong> stamp itdown with his feet, <strong>and</strong> declare, ‘Enough has been put herein.’ ”Rhiannon urged Gwawl to check <strong>the</strong> voracity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bag. He puthis two feet into it; Pwyll immediately drew up <strong>the</strong> sides <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>bag over Gwawl's head <strong>and</strong> tied it up. Then he blew his horn, <strong>and</strong>

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