...They went up after her into the fort; and they killed nine porters that were at the nine gates without a man of them screaming, and nine mastiffs without one of them giving a squeal; and they went on to the hall. Said they, 'The greetings of God and men to you, Ysbaddaden, Chief Giant!' 'And you, where are you journeying?' 'We journey to seek Olwen your daughter, for Culhwch son of Cilydd.' 'Where are my naughty servants and my rascals?' said he; 'Push the forks up under my eyelids, so that I may see my future son-in-law.' That was done. 'Come here tomorrow, and I will give you some answer.' They arose; and Ysbaddaden, Chief Giant, grasped one of the three poisoned darts which were at his hand, and thre it after them; and Bedwyr caught it and threw it back, and pierced Ysbaddaden, Chief Giant, neatly through the kneecap. Said he, 'A cursed undutiful son-in-law! I shall walk up a slope the worse for this. The poisoned iron has stung me like the bite of a horse-fly. Cursed be the smith who made it, and the anvil on which it was made - so sharp it is!' They lodged that night in the house of Custennin; and the next day, having set fine combs in their hair, they came in state to the hall. Said they, 'Ysbaddaden, Chidf Giant, give us your daughter in return for her bride-price and her maiden-fee to be paid to you and to her two kinswomen; and if you will not give her you shall get your death for her.' 'Her four great-grandmothers and her four great-grandfathers are still alive; I must consult with them.' 'You shall have that,' they said; 'let us go to our meal.' As they arose, he siezed the second dart that was at his hand and threw it after them; and Menw son of Teirgwaedd caught it and threw it back, and pierced him through thte midst of his breast, so that it sprang out at the small of his back. 'A cursed undutiful son-in-law! The hard iron has stung me like the bite of a horse-leech. Cursed be the furnace in which it was smelted! When I go up a hillside I shall have griping, and colic and frequent queasiness.' They went to their meal; and the third day they came to the court. They said, 'Ysbaddaden, Chief Giant, do not shoot at us any more, do not bring upon yourself wounding and mortal injury and your death.' 'Where are my servants? Raise up the forks, for my eyelids have fallen over my eyeballs, so that I can look at my future son-in-law.' They arose, and as they arose he seized the third poisoned dart and threw it after them; and Culhwch caught it and threw it just as he wanted, and pierced him through the eyeball, so that it came out through the back of his neck. 'A cursed undutiful son-in-law! As long as I am left alive, the sight of my eyes will be the worse for this; when I go against the wind they will water; I shall have headache and giddiness every new moon. Cursed be the furnace in which it was smelted! I feel it like the bite of a mad dog, how the poisoned iron has pierced me.' They went to their meal...
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