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Welsh Fairy Tales by William Elliot Griffis
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There they saw the beautiful Rhiannon sitting on the horse block at
the gate.

When they were about to dismount from their horses, the lovely woman
spoke to them thus:

"Chieftains, go no further thus. I will carry everyone of you on my
back, into the palace."

Seeing their looks of astonishment, she explained:

"This is my penance for the charge brought against me of slaying my
son and devouring him."

One and all the four refused to be carried and went into the castle on
their own feet. There Powell, the prince, welcomed them and made a
feast in their honor. It being night, Rhiannon sat beside him.

After dinner when the time for story telling had come, the chief guest
told the tale of his mare and the colt, and how he cut the clawed
hand, and then found the boy on the doorstep.

Then to the joy and surprise of all, the owner of the Co-ed mare,
putting the golden-haired boy before Rhiannon, cried out:

"Behold lady, here is thy son, and whoever they were who told the
story and lied about your devouring your own child, have done you a
grievous wrong."

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