said, "Yspaddaden Penkawr, give us thy daughter in consideration of
her dower and her maiden fee, which we will pay to thee and to her
two kinswomen likewise. And unless thou wilt do so, thou shalt meet
with thy death on her account." Then he said, "Her four great-
grandmothers, and her four great-grandsires are yet alive, it is
needful that I take counsel of them." "Be it so," answered they, "we
will go to meat." As they rose up, he took the second dart that was
beside him, and cast it after them. And Menw the son of Gwaedd
caught it, and flung it back at him, and wounded him in the centre of
the breast, so that it came out at the small of his back. "A cursed
ungentle son-in-law, truly," said he, "the hard iron pains me like
the bite of a horse-leech. Cursed be the hearth whereon it was
heated, and the smith who formed it! So sharp is it! Henceforth,
whenever I go up a hill, I shall have a scant in my breath, and a
pain in my chest, and I shall often loathe my food." And they went
to meat.

And the third day they returned to the palace. And Yspaddaden
Penkawr said to them, "Shoot not at me again unless you desire death.
Where are my attendants? Lift up the forks of my eyebrows which have
fallen over my eyeballs, that I may see the fashion of 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 Kilhwch caught it
and threw it vigorously, and wounded him through the eyeball, so that
the dart came out at the back of his head. "A cursed ungentle son-
in-law, truly! As long as I remain alive, my eyesight will be the
worse. Whenever I go against the wind, my eyes will water; and
peradventure my head will burn, and I shall have a giddiness every
new moon. Cursed be the fire in which it was forged. Like the bite
of a mad dog is the stroke of this poisoned iron." And they went to