'So they cut off his head, and those seven went forward therewith.
And Branwen was the eighth with them, and they came to land at Aber
Alaw in Anglesey, and they sate down to rest. And Branwen looked
towards Ireland and towards the Island of the Mighty, to see if she
could descry them. "Alas," said she, "woe is me that I was ever
born; two islands have been destroyed because of me." Then she
uttered a loud groan, and there broke her heart. And they made her a
four-sided grave, and buried her upon the banks of the Alaw.

'Then they went to Harlech, and sate down to feast and to drink
there; and there came three birds and began singing, and all the
songs they had ever heard were harsh compared thereto; and at this
feast they continued seven years. Then they went to Gwales in
Penvro, and there they found a fair and regal spot overlooking the
ocean, and a spacious hall was therein. And they went into the hall,
and two of its doors were open, but the third door was closed, that
which looked towards Cornwall. "See yonder," said Manawyddan, "is
the door that we may not open." And that night they regaled
themselves and were joyful. And there they remained fourscore years,
nor did they think they had ever spent a time more joyous and
mirthful. And they were not more weary than when first they came,
neither did they, any of them, know the time they had been there.
And it was as pleasant to them having the head with them as if Bran
had been with them himself.

'But one day said Heilyn, the son of Gwyn: "Evil betide me if I do
not open the door to know if that is true which is said concerning
it." So he opened the door and looked towards Cornwall and Aber
Henvelen. And when they had looked, they were as conscious of all
the evils they had ever sustained, and of all the friends and