"There is none," said they all, "who is not certain thereof."
"I declare to Heaven," said Rhiannon, "that, if this be true, there is indeed an end to my trouble."
"Lady," said Pendaran Dyved, "well hast thou named thy son Pryderi, and well becomes him the name of Pryderi son of Pwyll chief of Annwvyn."
"Look you," said Rhiannon: "will not his own name become him better?"
"What name has he?" asked Pendaran Dyved.
"Gwri Wallt Euryn is the name that we gave him."
"Pryderi," said Pendaran, "shall his name be."
"It were more proper," said Pwyll, "that the boy should take his name from the word his mother spoke when she received the joyful tidings of him." And thus was it arranged.
"Teirnyon," said Pwyll, "Heaven reward thee that thou hast reared the boy up to this time, and, being of gentle lineage, it were fitting that he repay thee for it."
"My lord," said Teirnyon, "it was my wife who nursed him, and there is no one in the world so afflicted as she at parting with him. It were well that he should bear in mind what I and my wife have done for him."