ing?'
asked Gwrhyr again.

'By fighting alone shall I be set free,' said Mabon.

Then they sent a messenger to Arthur to tell him that Mabon was found,
and he brought all his warriors to the castle of Gloucester and fell
fiercely upon it; while Kai and Bedwyr went on the shoulders of the
salmon to the gate of the dungeon, and broke it down and carried away
Mabon. And he now being free returned home with Arthur.

* * * * *

After this, on a certain day, as Gwrhyr was walking across a mountain he
heard a grievous cry, and he hastened towards it. In a little valley he
saw the heather burning and the fire spreading fast towards an anthill,
and all the ants were hurrying to and fro, not knowing whither to go.
Gwrhyr had pity on them, and put out the fire, and in gratitude the ants
brought him the nine bushels of flax seed which Yspaddaden Penkawr
required of Kilwch. And many of the other marvels were done likewise by
Arthur and his knights, and at last it came to the fight with Trwyth the
boar, to obtain the comb and the scissors and the razor that lay between
his ears. But hard was the boar to catch, and fiercely did he fight when
Arthur's men gave him battle, so that many of them were slain.

Up and down the country went Trwyth the boar, and Arthur followed after
him, till they came to the Severn sea. There three knights caught his
feet unawares and plunged him into the water, while one snatched the
razor from him, and another seized the scissors. But before they laid
hold of the comb he had shaken them all off, and neither man nor horse
nor dog could reach him till he came to Cornwall, whither Arthur had
sworn he should not go. Thither Arthur followed after him with his
knights, and if it had been hard to win the razor and the scissors, the
struggle for the comb was fiercer still. Often it seemed as if the boar
would be the victor, but at length Arthur prevailed, and the boar was
driven into the sea. And whether he was drowned or where he went no man
knows to this day.

* * * * *

In the end all the marvels were done, and Kilwch set forward, and with
him Goreu, the son of Custennin, to Yspaddaden Penkawr, bearing in their
hands the razor, the scissors and the comb, and Yspaddaden Penkawr was
shaved by Kaw.

'Is thy daughter mine now?' asked Kilwch.

'She is thine,' answered Yspaddaden, 'but it is Arthur and none other
who has won her for thee. Of my