The heavy blue chain firmly held the youth,
And before the spoils of Annwn woefully he sang,
And thenceforth till doom he shall remain a bard.
Thrice enough to fill Prydwen[[374]] we went into it;
Except seven, none returned from Caer Sidi[[375]].
“Am I not a candidate for fame, to be heard in song
In Caer Pedryvan[[376]], four times revolving?
The first word from the cauldron, when was it spoken?
By the breath of nine maidens it was gently warmed.
Is it not the cauldron of the chief of Annwn? What is its fashion?