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 →
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 →
