1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<p><a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/MythologyMonday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MythologyMonday</span></a>: `<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Pwyll" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Pwyll</span></a> Pendeuic Dyfed was lord of the seven cantrefs[1] of Dyfed. Once upon a time he was at Arberth[2], a chief court of his, and he was seized by the thought and the desire to go hunting. The part of his country in which he wished to hunt was Glyn Cuch[3]. He set out that evening from Arberth, coming as far Pen Llwyn Diarwya, and there he spent the night.<br>The next morning, in the young of the day, he arose and came to Glyn Cuch to let loose his dogs beneath the wood. He sounded his horn and he began to muster the hunt, chasing after the dogs and becoming separated from his companions[4].<br>As he listened out for the cry of the pack he heard the cry of another pack, with a different bark, coming to meet his own. He could see a clearing in the wood, like a smooth field, and as his pack was reaching the edge of the clearing, he could see a stag at the head of the other pack. And in the middle of the clearing, there was the pack catching it up and bringing it to ground.<br>Then he caught sight of the colour of the pack, barely noticing the stag itself. Of all the hunting dogs he had seen in this world, he had never seen dogs the same colour as those. The colouring they had was a dazzling bright white and with red ears[5]. As bright was the dazzling whiteness as the brightness of the red.<br>At that he came up to the dogs and drove off the pack which had killed the stag, and [let] his own dogs feed on the stag instead.<br>While he was busy feeding his dogs like this, he could see a horseman coming after the pack on a huge, dapple-grey horse; with a hunting-horn around his neck and a garment of brownish grey material around him as a hunting smock. The horsemen approached him thereupon, speaking to him thus:<br>'Chieftain[6],' he said 'I know who you are, but greet you I will not.'<br>'Aye,' said Pwyll 'perhaps you are so important you don't have to?'<br>'God knows' he replied 'its not the dignity of my rank that's restraining me'<br>'What is it then, Chieftain?'<br>'Between me and God, its your rudeness and discourtesy.'<br>'Chieftain, what discourtesy have I committed in your eyes?'<br>'I've never seen a greater discourtesy by a man than driving off a pack which has killed a stag, and [then] feeding your own dogs on it. That' said he 'was the discourtesy, and though I won't be revenging myself on you, between me and God, I will be claiming dishonour from you to the value of a hundred stags.'[7]<br>'Chieftain, if I've committed an offence, I will redeem your friendship.'<br>'In what form will you redeem it?'<br>'As appropriate to your rank - I don't know who you are...'<br>'A crowned king am I in the land I am from.'<br>'Lord,' said Pwyll 'good day to you. Which land is it that you are from?'<br>'From Annwvyn. Arawn[8] king of Annwfn am I.' <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Celtic</span></a><br>Source: <a href="https://www.mabinogi.net/pwyll.htm" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="">mabinogi.net/pwyll.htm</span><span class="invisible"></span></a></p>