But at this moment, a great noise was heard outside the stable. The
next moment a long arm, with a claw at the end of it, was poked
through the window-hole, to seize the colt.

Instantly the man drew his sword and with one blow, the claw part of
the arm was cut off, and it dropped inside, with the colt.

Hearing a great cry and tumult outside, the owner of the mare rushed
forth into the darkness. But though he heard howls of pain, he could
see nothing, so he returned.

There, at the door, he found a baby, with hair as yellow as gold,
smiling at him. Besides its swaddling clothes, it was wrapped up in
flame-colored satin.

As it was still night, the man took the infant to his bed and laid it
alongside of his wife, who was asleep.

Now this good woman loved children, though she had none of her own,
and so when she woke up in the morning, and saw what was beside her,
she was very happy. Then she resolved to pretend that it was her own.

So she told her women, that she had borne the child, and they called
him Gwri of the Golden Hair.

The boy baby grew up fast, and when only two years old, was as strong
as most children are at six.

Soon he was able to ride the colt that had been born on the May night,