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 →
Bran the Blessed, son of Llyr (pronounced Lir, apparently) was king of all of Great Britain once upon a time. He hung out on a beach with his brother and two half-brothers, Manawydan, Nissyen, and Evnissyen. Nissyen was a good … Continue reading →
Three years later, Pwyll and Guy were out fishing together, just shooting the breeze. “Hey, Pwyll.” “Hey, Guy. How’s tricks?” “Fine. Listen, there’s a reason I summoned you here, away from your wife and court, out to Presseleu.” Pwyll’s face … Continue reading →
Back from the commercial break, Gwawl was tapping his foot meaningfully and waiting for Rhiannon and Pwyll to emerge from their huddle. “Hello? You people ready to get back to it?” “Of course, of course,” said Pwyll. “Well, much as … Continue reading →
Pwyll benefited tremendously from his friendship with Arawn. None of the other kings in his neighborhood were buds with an actual fairy-king, plys Arawn was all the time sending Pwyll little presents like cattle and hawks and gold bars, just … Continue reading →
Pwyll (pronounced, according to my inexpert interpretation of the pronunciation guide in my copy of the Mabinogion, midway between puhl and pewl) was a small-time local lord, local in this case being fairy-tale Wales. His particular little territory (comprising a … Continue reading →
