"Peradventure," said Pwyll, "thou art of such dignity that thou shouldest not do so."
"Verily," answered he, "it is not my dignity that prevents me."
"What is it, then, O chieftain?" asked he.
"By Heaven, it is by reason of thine own ignorance and want of courtesy."
"What discourtesy, chieftain, hast thou seen in me?"
"Greater discourtesy saw I never in man," said he, "than to drive away the dogs that were killing the stag and to set upon it thine own. This was discourteous, and though I may not be revenged upon thee, yet I declare to Heaven that I will do thee more dishonor than the value of an hundred stags."
"O chieftain!" he replied, "if I have done ill, I will redeem thy friendship."
"How wilt thou redeem it?"
"According as thy dignity may be. But I know not who thou art."
"A crowned king am I in the land whence I come."