ll send up three shouts that shall be heard from Cornwall unto
the north, and yet again to Ireland.'

'Whatsoever clamour thou mayest make,' spake Glewlwyd the porter, 'thou
shalt not enter until I first go and speak with Arthur.'

Then Glewlwyd went into the hall, and Arthur said to him:

'Hast thou news from the gate?' and the porter answered:

'Far have I travelled, both in this island and elsewhere, and many
kingly men have I seen; but never yet have I beheld one equal in majesty
to him who now stands at the door.'

'If walking thou didst enter here, return thou running,' replied
Arthur, 'and let every one that opens and shuts the eye show him respect
and serve him, for it is not meet to keep such a man in the wind and
rain.' So Glewlwyd unbarred the gate and Kilwch rode in upon his
charger.

'Greeting unto thee, O ruler of this land,' cried he, 'and greeting no
less to the lowest than to the highest.'

'Greeting to thee also,' answered Arthur. 'Sit thou between two of my
warriors, and thou shalt have minstrels before thee and all that belongs
to one born to be a king, while thou remainest in my palace.'

'I am not come,' replied Kilwch, 'for meat and drink, but to obtain a
boon, and if thou grant it me I will pay it back, and will carry thy
praise to the four winds of heaven. But if thou wilt not grant it to me,
then I will proclaim thy discourtesy wherever thy name is known.'

'What thou askest that shalt thou receive,' said Arthur, 'as far as the
wind dries and the rain moistens, and the sun revolves and the sea
encircles and the earth extends. Save only my ship and my mantle, my
sword and my lance, my shield and my dagger, and Guinevere my wife.'

'I would that thou bless my hair,' spake Kilwch, and Arthur answered:

'That shall be granted thee.'

Forthwith he bade his men fetch him a comb of gold and a scissors with
loops of silver, and he combed the hair of Kilwch his guest.

'Tell me who thou art,' he said, 'for my heart warms to thee, and I feel
thou art come of my blood.'

'I am Kilwch, son of Kilydd,' replied the youth.

'Then my cousin thou art in truth,' replied Arthur, 'and whatsoever boon
thou mayest ask thou shalt receive.'

'The boon I crave is that thou mayest win for me Olwen, the daughter of
Yspaddaden Penkawr, and this boon I seek likewise at the hands of thy
warriors. From Sol, who can stand all day upon one foot; from Ossol,
who, if he were to find himself on the top of the hi