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The Mabinogion by Anonymous
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Saturday to wash her head, and in the vessel where she washes, she
leaves all her rings, and she never either comes herself or sends any
messengers to fetch them."

"Will she come here if she is sent to?" "Heaven knows that I will
not destroy my soul, nor will I betray those that trust me; unless
you will pledge me your faith that you will not harm her, I will not
send to her." "We pledge it," said they. So a message was sent, and
she came.

The maiden was clothed in a robe of flame-coloured silk, and about
her neck was a collar of ruddy gold, on which were precious emeralds
and rubies. More yellow was her head than the flower of the broom,
and her skin was whiter than the foam of the wave, and fairer were
her hands and her fingers than the blossoms of the wood anemone
amidst the spray of the meadow fountain. The eye of the trained
hawk, the glance of the three-mewed falcon was not brighter than
hers. Her bosom was more snowy than the breast of the white swan,
her cheek was redder than the reddest roses. Whoso beheld her was
filled with her love. Four white trefoils sprung up wherever she
trod. And therefore was she called Olwen.

She entered the house, and sat beside Kilhwch upon the foremost
bench; and as soon as he saw her he knew her. And Kilhwch said unto
her, "Ah! maiden, thou art she whom I have loved; come away with me,
lest they speak evil of thee and of me. Many a day have I loved
thee." "I cannot do this, for I have pledged my faith to my father
not to go without his counsel, for his life will last only until the
time of my espousals. Whatever is, must be. But I will give thee
advice if thou wilt take it. Go, ask me of my father, and that which
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