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…The torchbearers hurriedly re-lit the torches of Dun Culhwch.

“Why, a veritable master of all the crafts we have here, it would seem,” said Big Chief Hawthorn, “but let a seat be brought for this man who has asked for my daughter’s hand that I might consider him the more keenly.”

So a seat was brought and Big Chief Hawthorn and Gwythyr, son of Greidyawl, sat face to face.

“A question, O Yoke-of-all-Craft, from where do you hail?” asked Big Chief Hawthorn.

Answered Gwythyr, “From a wise man’s heel, and you, O Big Chief Hawthorn?” he asked.

Answered Big Chief Hawthorn “From a confluence of wisdoms, and you, O Yoke-of-all-Craft?” he asked.

Answered Gwythyr, “From a hazel of true poetry’s wisdom, and you, O Big Chief Hawthorn?” he asked.

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