But Bedwyr saw and caught it, and flung it back so hard that it pierced
the knee of Yspaddaden.

'A gentle son-in-law, truly!' he cried, writhing with pain. 'I shall
ever walk the worse for this rudeness. Cursed be the smith who forged
it, and the anvil on which it was wrought!'

That night the men slept in the house of Custennin the herdsman, and the
next day they proceeded to the castle, and entered the hall, and said:

'Yspaddaden Penkawr, give us thy daughter and thou shalt keep her dower.
And unless thou wilt do this we will slay thee.'

'Her four great grandmothers and her four great grandfathers yet live,'
answered Yspaddaden Penkawr; 'it is needful that I take counsel with
them.'

'Be it so; we will go to meat,' but as they turned he took up the second
dart that lay by his side and cast it after them. And Menw caught it,
and flung it at him, and wounded him in the chest, so that it came out
at his back.

'A gentle son-in-law, truly!' cried Yspaddaden, 'the iron pains me like
the bite of a horse-leech. Cursed be the hearth whereon it was heated,
and the smith who formed it!' The third day Arthur's men returned to the
palace into the presence of Yspaddaden.

'Shoot not at me again,' said he, 'unless you desire death. But lift
up my eyebrows, which have fallen over my eyes, that I may see my
son-in-law.' Then they arose, and as they did so Yspaddaden Penkawr took
the third poisoned dart and cast it at them. And Kilweh caught it, and
flung it back, and it passed through his eyeball, and came out on the
other side of his head.

'A gentle son-in-law, truly! Cursed be the fire in which it was forged
and the man who fashioned it!'

The next day Arthur's men came again to the palace and said:

'Shoot not at us any more unless thou desirest more pain than even now
thou hast, but give us thy daughter without more words.'

'Where is he that seeks my daughter? Let him come hither so that I may
see him.' And Kilweh sat himself in a chair and spoke face to face with
him.

'Is it thou that seekest my daughter?'

'It is I,' answered Kilweh.

'First give me thy word that thou wilt do nothing towards me that is not
just, and when thou hast won for me that which I shall ask, then thou
shalt wed my daughter.'

'I promise right willingly,' said Kilweh. 'Name what thou wilt.'

'Seest thou yonder hill? Well, in one day it shall be rooted up and
ploughed and sown, and the grain shall ripen, and of that wheat I will