sway, and of his own
free will he will not come out of his kingdom, and thou wilt not be able
to compel him."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think that
it wilt not be easy."

"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get. I must
spread out my hair in order to shave it, and it will never be spread out
unless I have the blood of the jet black sorceress, the daughter of the
pure white sorceress, from Pen Nant Govid, on the confines of Hell."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think that
it will not be easy."

"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get. I will
not have the blood unless I have it warm, and no vessels will keep warm
the liquid that is put therein except the bottles of Gwyddolwyn Gorr,
which preserve the heat of the liquor that is put into them in the east,
until they arrive at the west. And he will not give them of his own free
will, and thou wilt not be able to compel him."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think that
it will not be easy."

"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get. Some
will desire fresh milk, and it will not be possible to have fresh milk
for all, unless we have the bottles of Rhinnon Rhin Barnawd, wherein no
liquor ever turns sour. And he will not give them of his own free will,
and thou wilt not be able to compel him."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think that
it will not be easy."

"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get.
Throughout the world there is not a comb or scissors with which I can
arrange my hair, on account of its rankness, except the comb and scissors
that are between the two ears of Twrch Trwyth, the son of Prince Tared.
He will not give them of his own free will, and thou wilt not be able to
compel him."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think that
it will not be easy."

"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get. It
will not be possible to hunt Twrch Trwyth without Drudwyn, the whelp of
Greid, the son of Eri."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think that
it will not be easy."

"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get.
Throughout the world there is not a leash that can hold him, except the
leash of Cwrs Cant Ewin."

"It will be easy for me t