cub with them. "This
one will I take," said Math, "and I will cause him to be baptized; there
is a name prepared for him, and that is Bleiddwn. Now these three, such
are they;

"The three sons of Gilvaethwy the false,
The three faithful combatants,
Bleiddwn, Hydwn, and Hychdwn the Tall."

Then he struck the two with his magic wand, and they resumed their own
nature. "Oh men," said he, "for the wrong that ye did unto me,
sufficient has been your punishment and your dishonour. Prepare now
precious ointment for these men, and wash their heads, and equip them."
And this was done.

And after they were equipped, they came unto him. "Oh men," said he,
"you have obtained peace, and you shall likewise have friendship. Give
your counsel unto me, what maiden I shall seek." "Lord," said Gwydion
the son of Don, "it is easy to give thee counsel; seek Arianrod, {91a}
the daughter of Don, thy niece, thy sister's daughter."

And they brought her unto him, and the maiden came in. "Ha damsel," said
he, "art thou the maiden?" "I know not, Lord, other than that I am."
Then he took up his magic wand, and bent it. "Step over this," said he,
"and I shall know if thou art the maiden." Then stepped she over the
magic wand, and there appeared forthwith a fine chubby yellow haired boy.
And at the crying out of the boy, she went towards the door. And
thereupon some small form was seen; but before any one could get a second
glimpse of it, Gwydion had taken it, and had flung a scarf of velvet
around it and hidden it. Now the place where he hid it was the bottom of
a chest at the foot of his bed.

"Verily," said Math the son of Mathonwy, concerning the fine yellow
haired boy, "I will cause this one to be baptized, and Dylan is the name
I will give him."

So they had the boy baptized, and as they baptized him he plunged into
the sea. And immediately when he was in the sea, he took its nature, and
swam as well as the best fish that was therein. And for that reason was
he called Dylan, the son of the Wave. Beneath him no wave ever broke.
And the blow whereby he came to his death, was struck by his uncle
Govannion. The third fatal {91b} blow was it called.

As Gwydion lay one morning on his bed awake, he heard a cry in the chest
at his feet; and though it was not loud, it was such that he could hear
it. Then he arose in haste, and opened the chest; and when he opened it,
he beheld an infant boy stretching out his arms