"Heaven prosper thee," said he.
"What is the name of the boy?" said she.
"Verily," he replied, "he has not yet a name."
"Well," she said, "I lay this destiny upon him, that he shall never have a name until he receives one from me."
"Heaven bears me witness," answered he, "that thou art a wicked woman. But the boy shall have a name,[16] how displeasing soever it may be unto thee." And thereupon he went forth in wrath, and returned to Caer Dathyl, and there he tarried that night.
And the next day he arose and took the boy with him, and went to walk on the seashore between that place and Aber Menei. And there he saw some sedges and seaweed, and he turned them into a boat. And out of dry sticks and sedges he made some Cordovan leather, and a great deal thereof; and he colored it in such a manner that no one ever saw leather more beautiful than it. Then he made a sail to the boat, and he and the boy went in it to the port of the Castle of Arianrod. And he began forming shoes, and stitching them, until he was observed from the castle. And when he knew that they of the castle were observing him, he disguised his aspect, and put another semblance upon himself and upon the boy, so that they might not be known.
"What men are those in yonder boat?" said Arianrod.
"They are cordwainers," answered they.
"Go and see what kind of leather they have, and what kind of work they can do."
So they came unto them. And when they came he was coloring some Cordovan leather, and gilding it. And the messengers came and told her this.