Once upon a time there was a man with the improbable name of Kilydd son of Kelyddon, who married one of King Arthur’s aunts, a woman with the even more improbable name of Goleuddydd. According to my pronunciation guide, Goleuddydd … Continue reading →
In the meantime, feel free to re-read Arthur Dies at the End.
Continue reading →New story! This is the tale of Math, son of Mathonwy, and it is kind of nuts. Plus there’s some sexual assault, so, that’ll be fun I’m sure. Our story opens during Pryderi’s reign in Dyved, which I’m not sure … Continue reading →
The priest came back a few minutes later, however, as part of the retinue of a bishop. Yes, that’s right. A bishop and a whole entourage of priests and layity and baggage-handlers suddenly appeared. Horses and horses, laden with luggage. … Continue reading →
morning, Manawydan climbed the magic hill and built a tiny gallows atop it. Kigva refused to participate, so he had to do it all by himself. While he worked, an itinerant priest wandered up. “Hello!” “Hello yourself, father,” Manawydan replied. … Continue reading →
And so Manawydan and Kigva returned to Dyved, former home of Pwyll and Rhiannon, former home of their son Pryderi, former site of a whole town full of townspeople, and technically Manawydan’s kingdom since Pryderi gave it to him back … Continue reading →
When last we left off, Manawydan and Pryderi were chasing a magic boar, despite Manawydan’s singular refusal to do anything that might advance this story’s plot in the slightest. The two of them ran after the boar with their dogs, … Continue reading →
