long as thou wilt," said Rhiannon. "Never did man make worse use of
his wits than thou hast done." "Lady," said he, "I knew not who he
was." "Behold this is the man to whom they would have given me
against my will," said she. "And he is Gwawl the son of Clud, a man
of great power and wealth, and because of the word thou hast spoken,
bestow me upon him lest shame befall thee." "Lady," said he, "I
understand not thine answer. Never can I do as thou sayest."
"Bestow me upon him," said she, "and I will cause that I shall never
be his." "By what means will that be?" asked Pwyll. "In thy hand
will I give thee a small bag," said she. "See that thou keep it
well, and he will ask of thee the banquet, and the feast, and the
preparations which are not in thy power. Unto the hosts and the
household will I give the feast. And such will be thy answer
respecting this. And as concerns myself, I will engage to become his
bride this night twelvemonth. And at the end of the year be thou
here," said she, "and bring this bag with thee, and let thy hundred
knights be in the orchard up yonder. And when he is in the midst of
joy and feasting, come thou in by thyself, clad in ragged garments,
and holding thy bag in thy hand, and ask nothing but a bagful of
food, and I will cause that if all the meat and liquor that are in
these seven Cantrevs were put into it, it would be no fuller than
before. And after a great deal has been put therein, he will ask
thee whether thy bag will ever be full. Say thou then that it never
will, until a man of noble birth and of great wealth arise and press
the food in the bag with both his feet, saying, 'Enough has been put
therein;' and I will cause him to go and tread down the food in the
bag, and when he does so, turn thou the bag, so that he shall be up
over his head in it, and then slip a knot upon the thongs of the bag.
Let there be also a good bugle horn about thy neck, and as soon as
thou hast bound him in the bag, wind thy horn, and let it be a signal