s the son of Pwyll, the chief
of Annwvyn. And Teirnyon's wife agreed with him, that they should send
the boy to Pwyll. "And three things, Lord," said she, "shall we gain
thereby. Thanks and gifts for releasing Rhiannon from her punishment;
and thanks from Pwyll, for nursing his son, and restoring him unto him;
and thirdly, if the boy is of gentle nature, he will be our foster-son,
and he will do for us all the good in his power." So it was settled
according to this counsel.

And no later than the next day was Teirnyon equipped, and two other
knights with him. And the boy, as a fourth in their company, went with
them upon the horse which Teirnyon had given him. And they journeyed
towards Narberth, and it was not long before they reached that place. And
as they drew near to the palace, they beheld Rhiannon sitting beside the
horse block. And when they were opposite to her. "Chieftain," said she,
"go not further thus, I will bear every one of you into the palace, and
this is my penance for slaying my own son and devouring him." "Oh fair
lady," said Teirnyon, "think not that I will be one to be carried upon
thy back." "Neither will I," said the boy. "Truly, my soul," said
Teirnyon, "we will not go." {35} So they went forward to the palace, and
there was great joy at their coming. And at the palace a feast was
prepared, because Pwyll was come back from the confines of Dyved. And
they went into the hall and washed, and Pwyll rejoiced to see Teirnyon.
And in this order they sat. Teirnyon between Pwyll and Rhiannon, and
Teirnyon's two companions on the other side of Pwyll, with the boy
between them. And after meat they began to carouse and to discourse. And
Teirnyon's discourse was concerning the adventure of the mare and the
boy, and how he and his wife had nursed and reared the child as their
own. "And behold here is thy son, lady," said Teirnyon. "And whosoever
told that lie concerning thee, has done wrong. And when I heard of thy
sorrow, I was troubled and grieved. And I believe that there is none of
this host, who will not perceive that the boy is the son of Pwyll," said
Teirnyon. "There is none," said they all, "who is not certain thereof."
"I declare to Heaven," said Rhiannon, "that if this be true, there indeed
is an end to my trouble." {36a} "Lady," said Pendaran Dyved, "well hast
thou named thy son Pryderi, and well becomes him the name of Pryderi, son
of Pwyll, chief of Annwvyn." "Look you,"