So the two kings confirmed the friendship they had made. Each sent the other rich gifts of jewels, horses and hounds.
In memory of so wonderful and happy union, of a mortal and a fairy, Powell was thereafter, in addition to all his titles, saluted as Lord of Anwyn, which is only another name for the Land of the Fairies.
XX
POWELL AND HIS BRIDE
Not far from the castle where King Powell had his court, there was a hillock called the Mount of Macbeth. It was the common belief that some strange adventure would befall anyone who should sit upon that mound.
He would receive blows, or wounds, or else he would see something wonderful.
Thus it came to pass, that none but peaceful bards had ever sat upon the mound. Never a warrior or a common man had risked sitting there. The general fear felt, and the awe inspired by the place, was too great.
But after his adventure of being King of Fairy Land for a whole year, everything else to Powell seemed dull and commonplace. So, to test his own courage, and worthiness of kingship, Powell assembled all his lords at Narberth.
After the night's feasting, revelry and story telling, Powell declared that, next day, he would sit upon the enchanted mound.
So when the sun was fully risen, Powell took his seat upon the mound, expecting that, all of a sudden, something unusual would happen.