King of Annwvyn

His stature upon Pwyll he did impress, In woolly grey clothing, a huntsmen’s dress, Then spied the stag; he looked at Pwyll and claimed ‘I know thy name, O prince, but greet thee not! Thou stole my kill and thou should be ashamed!’ Pwyll knew his deed was wrong; a dreadful thing, He asked the huntsmen’s name to make amends, The huntsmen said ‘Arawn, the Annwvyn King’ The prince then asked, ‘Lord, how can we be friends?’ The King then told a tale of war’s duress, ‘Pray, rid my lands of this oppressive lot! Pray, rid my lands of Havgan!’ he proclaimed. ‘I will gladly,’ said Pwyll, ‘and friendship bring I’ll bring Havgan’s wars to their bitter ends!’