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Never had Pwyll seen hounds like these before.  For a time he stood spellbound by the gleam of their white pelts and the glistening redness of their ears . . . . .  Looking up from the kill he saw a man ride into the glade on a large dappled grey horse. . . . . .  “I am Arawn,” the stranger told him, “King of Annwyn.”

Excerpt from The Head of Annwyn in: Clarke, Lindsay. Traditional Celtic Stories, Thorsons: London 1999, p.116.


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Paul E Withers BSc, DipEd, MA.
Batlow, NSW, Australia
Phone : 02 6949 2046
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