Pryderi's Conversations
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Son, where are you?!
Uh, Pryderi, just FYI, you're not really my son, Gwri of the Golden Hair. You're too strong and handsome to be mine.
You turned up on my doorstep one day. Before you came, strange things went on—on May 1, every year, my favorite mare gave birth to a foal that vanished as soon as it was born. The night you came, I watched over the mare—her newborn foal was snatched up by a huge claw. I saved the foal—and found a crying baby, too. You were huge!
I know you're only four, but I could tell ASAP that you looked like Pwyll, lord of Dyfed, who was missing a kid. I'm gonna send you back... and hopefully get a large reward.
Thanks, Teyrnon. Boy, you freaked us out so much we're gonna rename you from "Gwri of the Golden Hair" to "Pryderi," which means "concern." You worried me!
Pryderi is ticked off that his mom was accused of eating or killing him while he was perfectly fine.
Good job, Pry. You united all of Dyfed.
Dude, we are so lucky that we escaped the war between Branwen's family and Matholwch, since Branwen wasn't treated well.
Nice names, right? I can barely pronounce half of them.
Branwen's brother Bran had his head chopped off and we buried it on what's now Tower Hill. We got a-head of the game. Get it? Hee hee!
But then we got stuck away from home for eighty-seven years. Ugh. Until we opened a door in the right direction and could go home.
Manawydan, will you marry Rhiannon, my mama?
I'd love to. We just got back from war, so I need lovin'.
Aaah, what's this mist falling on Arberth?
Let's go south to England. It might be clearer there. You two can work as craftsmen.
Ugh. We worked as saddlers, shield-makers, and then shoemakers,but our work was so good that they kicked us out of each town! We're too good for the English.
Don't, Pryderi! Don't follow that white boar.
I'm going home to Dyfed with Cigfa. I'm trying to farm land now, but it's not going so well... mice are eating my crop.
Haha! It's me—I'm a friend of Gwawl, Rhiannon's ex-suitor long ago. This is payback!
I caught another mouse...it's your pregnant wife! Let Rhiannon and Pryderi go and I'll give her back.
Not sure, Mom. I was only born three days ago. Why'd you leave me?