uests and strangers that alight in that castle?"
"Oh! chieftain, Heaven protect thee. No guest ever returned thence
alive, and no one may enter therein unless he brings with him his craft."

Then they proceeded towards the gate. Said Gwrhyr Gwalstawd Ieithoedd,
"Is there a porter?" "There is. And thou, if thy tongue be not mute in
thy head, wherefore dost thou call?" "Open the gate." "I will not open
it." "Wherefore wilt thou not?" "The knife is in the meat, and the
drink is in the horn, and there is revelry in the hall of Gwrnach the
Giant, and except for a craftsman who brings his craft, the gate will not
be opened to-night." "Verily, porter," then said Kai, "my craft bring I
with me." "What is thy craft?" "The best burnisher of swords am I in
the world." "I will go and tell this unto Gwrnach the Giant, and I will
bring thee an answer."

So the porter went in, and Gwrnach said to him, "Hast thou any news from
the gate?" "I have. There is a party at the door of the gate who desire
to come in." "Didst thou enquire of them if they possessed any art?" "I
did enquire," said he, "and one told me that he was well skilled in the
burnishing of swords." "We have need of him then. For some time have I
sought for some one to polish my sword, and could find no one. Let this
man enter, since he brings with him his craft."

The porter thereupon returned, and opened the gate. And Kai went in by
himself, and he saluted Gwrnach the Giant. And a chair was placed for
him opposite to Gwrnach. And Gwrnach said to him, "Oh man! is it true
that is reported of thee that thou knowest how to burnish swords?" "I
know full well how to do so," answered Kai. Then was the sword of
Gwrnach brought to him. And Kai took a blue whetstone from under his
arm, and asked him whether he would have it burnished white or blue. "Do
with it as it seems good to thee, and as thou wouldest if it were thine
own." Then Kai polished one half of the blade and put it in his hand.
"Will this please thee?" asked he. "I would rather than all that is in
my dominions that the whole of it were like unto this. It is a marvel to
me that such a man as thou should be without a companion." "Oh! noble
sir, I have a companion, albeit he is not skilled in this art." "Who may
he be?" "Let the porter go forth, and I will tell him whereby he may
know him. The head of his lance will leave its shaft, and draw blood
from the wind, and will descend upon its