“The King’s son.”
“Tighten, scarf,” said the bride.
If the Queen suffered before, she suffered twice as much this time, and screamed for help.
“Answer me truly, and you’ll be without pain; if not, death will be on you this minute. Whose son is Arthur?”
“The swineherd’s.”
“Who is the King’s son?”
“The King has no son but Lawn Dyarrig.”
“Tighten, scarf.”
The scarf did not tighten, and if the Queen had been commanding it a day and a year it would not have tightened, for the Queen told the truth that time. When the wedding was over, the King gave Lawn Dyarrig half his kingdom, and made Ur and Arthur his servants.
Jeremiah Curtin.