ered so greatly, that as long as one
could be bought from him not a shoe was purchased from the shoemakers
of the town. And the craftsmen were wroth, and banded together to slay
them.
'Pryderi,' said Manawyddan, when he had received news of it, 'we will
not remain in England any longer. Let us set forth to Dyved.'
So they journeyed until they came to their lands at Narberth. There they
gathered their dogs round them, and hunted for a year as before.
After that a strange thing happened. One morning Pryderi and Manawyddan
rose up to hunt, and loosened their dogs, which ran before them, till
they came to a small bush. At the bush, the dogs shrank away as if
frightened, and returned to their masters, their hair brisling on their
backs.
'We must see what is in that bush,' said Pryderi, and what was in it was
a boar, with a skin as white as the snow on the mountains. And he came
out, and made a stand as the dogs rushed on him, driven on by the men.
Long he stood at bay; then at last he betook himself to flight, and fled
to a castle which was newly built, in a place where no building had ever
been known. Into the castle he ran, and the dogs after him, and long
though their masters looked and listened, they neither saw nor heard
aught concerning dogs or boar.
'I will go into the castle and get tidings of the dogs,' said Pryderi at
last.
'Truly,' answered Manawyddan, 'thou wouldst do unwisely, for whosoever
has cast a spell over this land has set this castle here.'
'I cannot give up my dogs,' replied Pryderi, and to the castle he went.
But within was neither man nor beast; neither boar nor dogs, but only
a fountain with marble round it, and on the edge a golden bowl, richly
wrought, which pleased Pryderi greatly. In a moment he forgot about his
dogs, and went up to the bowl and took hold of it, and his hands
stuck to the bowl, and his feet to the marble slab, and despair took
possession of him.
Till the close of day Manawyddan waited for him, and when the sun was
fast sinking, he went home, thinking that he had strayed far.
'Where are thy friend and thy dogs?' said Rhiannon, and he told her what
had befallen Pryderi.
'A good friend hast thou lost,' answered Rhiannon, and she went up to
the castle and through the gate, which was open. There, in the centre of
the courtyard, she beheld Pryderi standing, and hastened towards him.
'What dost thou here?' she asked, laying her hand on the bowl, and as
she spo
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