THE SCENE: Finally granted an audience before King Arthur, the aspiring knight Culhwch makes a surprising demand.
THE TEXT: “Spoke Arthur, ‘Though you may not remain here, chieftain, you will get whatever boon might be named by your head and your tongue.’
‘God’s truth upon that?’
‘You shall get it, gladly, name what you would name.’
‘I will name it. The trimming of my hair is what I wish.’
‘You will get that.'”
“There they found the death of Attila accomplished by an effusion of blood, without any wound, and the girl with downcast face weeping beneath her veil.” […]
“He made worthy widows wail with sorrow,
Weeping and howling they wrung their hands.
And everywhere in his wake he wasted through war
Their wealth and their houses, and awoke their woe.” […]
“But Wallace quickly brought the rascal back,
And there give him the whistle of his plack.
Along his ribs he gave him such a rout,
Till all his entrails and his lungs hung out;” […]
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