He brought her back her son.
Quoth she: "More shame
Dost thou disgrace thyself with, and more blame
Dost damn thyself with, thus to mix our name
With this dishonor, brother, than myself!"
Then, waxing wroth, cried Gwydion, "The Elf
Is thine then?—Tell me, wanton! is thy son
Dylan, the fisher, or this fair-haired one,
This youth?—God's curse!"—and daggered her with looks.
And she in turn waxed fiery, saying, "Books