Nor pest nor age plagues him who dwells therein:
Manawyđan and Pryderi know it.
Three organs play before it about a fire.
Around its corners Ocean’s currents flow,
And above it is the fertile fountain,
And sweeter than white wine is the drink therein.
The wine is elsewhere mentioned, but the arrangement of the organs around a fire requires explanation, which I cannot give. The fortress is on an island, and in poem xxx of the Book of Taliessin we read of Arthur and his men sailing thither in his ship Prydwen: the poem is usually called the ‘Spoils of Annwn,’ and the lines in point run thus:—
Bu kyweir karchar gỽeir ygkaer sidi.
Neb kyn noc ef nyt aeth idi.