"Knowest thou his name?" said she.
"I do," said he. "He tells me that he is Edeyrn the son of Nudd."
Then she replied, "I know him not."
So Gwenhwyvar went to the gate to meet him, and he entered. And Gwenhwyvar was sorry when she saw the condition he was in, even though he was accompanied by the churlish dwarf. Then Edeyrn saluted Gwenhwyvar. "Heaven protect thee!" said she.
"Lady," said he, "Geraint the son of Erbin, thy best and most valiant servant, greets thee."
"Did he meet thee?" she asked.
"Yes," said he, "and it was not to my advantage; and that was not his fault, but mine, lady. And Geraint greets thee well; and in greeting thee he compelled me to come hither to do thy pleasure for the insult which thy maiden received from the dwarf. He forgives the insult to himself in consideration of his having put me in peril of my life. And he imposed on me a condition manly and honorable and warrior-like, which was to do thee justice, lady."
"Now, where did he overtake thee?"
"At the place where we were jousting, and contending for the sparrow-hawk, in the town which is now called Cardiff. And there were none with him save three persons of a mean and tattered condition. And these were an aged, hoary-headed man, and a woman advanced in years, and a fair young maiden clad in worn-out garments. And it was for the avouchment of the love of that maiden that Geraint jousted for the sparrow-hawk at the tournament; for he said that that maiden was better entitled to the sparrow-hawk than this maiden who was with me. And thereupon we encountered each other, and he left me, lady, as thou seest."
"Sir," said she, "when thinkest thou that Geraint will be here?"