Okay, long story short, Manawydan & Co. relocated to the next city over and became shieldmakers, and they were again super good at it, and they threatened the local shieldmaking establishment. They got more threatening notes, and Pryderi suggested not … Continue reading →
Weeks passed as Manawydan, his new wife Rhiannon, her son by a previous marriage Pryderi, and her daughter-in-law Kigva partied hearty. They eventually got around to visiting Casswallawn, Manawydan’s uncle/cousin/usurper, and pledged fealty to him and there was no conflict … Continue reading →
As I intimated, “Manawydan Son of Llyr” begins where “Branwen Daughter of Llyr” left off. Manawydan and his six friends stood over the grave they’d dug for Bran’s severed head, and stared out across the city of London. “Man, this … Continue reading →
Now I mentioned Bran was dying. He got stabbed in the thigh, or maybe in the feet, or given the way this usually goes down, the genitals probably. Also maybe the spear he got stabbed with, if he got stabbed … Continue reading →
This was when Pierced Thighs said, “hey you Irish jerks, I’ma take you all out!” I don’t know who Pierced Thighs was, maybe it was a nickname for Bran who gets his thighs pierced in a bit? Regardless, that battle-cry … Continue reading →
Mallolwch was not pleased to learn that his offerings had been so soundly rejected. “We offered him gold and whiskey with an e, what more does he want? I’m giving the throne to his nephew, even!” His advisors whispered among … Continue reading →
Mallolwch of course was able to see Bran cross the river; Bran was like fifty feet tall after all. So he threw together an emergency plan. It wasn’t a good plan, as Mallolwch would have been the first to admit, but … Continue reading →
So Mallolwch was sitting in his court, fretting maybe about how he was politically obliged to treat his wife like garbage, or maybe he was just drinking. Either way, he and a bunch of Irish courtiers were there and they … Continue reading →
Some time went by. Mallolwch and Branwen, as king and queen of Ireland, sang and danced and made merry and before too long they had a son, Gwern. And for a while everything was cool! But then, after a couple … Continue reading →
When we left off, Bran (king of Britain) was offering a gift to Mallolwch (king of Ireland). “The Black Cauldron?” “The Black Cauldron! It’s magic!” Bran saw further explanations would be necessary. “Say you have a corpse, okay?” “Sure.” “Fresh … Continue reading →
