“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
~George Eliot
“When Welsh King Pwyll saw the hill of Arerth, his men told him: “If anyone of royal blood sits here, he will either receive a blow or see a marvel.”
“I will take my chances,” replied Pwll and sat on the hill.
All at once, a woman on a pale horse, wearing a robe of gold brocade rode slowly toward them. Pwll sent a man to find out who she was. He followed her on foot, but, though she rode slowly, he was unable to catch up with her. Then he fetched his horse and chased after her, but still he was unable to catch her.
The next day, they returned to the hill and again the woman appeared. This time, the man followed her on the fastest horse they had, yet he was still unable to catch up with her.
The following day, Pwll followed her himself, but finding her, again, just out of reach, he called out, “Lady please stop!”
Immediately, she reined in her horse, turned toward him, and threw the veil from her head. Pwll thought he had never in his life seen a more beautiful face.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Rhiannon,” she replied.
“And what is your errand?”
“I have come because of my love for you.” she said.
Ramblings From the Mermaid Tavern 
Cool. That is a great beginning. I don’t know this mythology at all. Are you going to continue this story? She must be the marvel his men told him about. Or perhaps the blow as well? It’s beautifully written, too.
Loved it and loved the pic also! Beautiful! Was the lady waiting to hear the words of King? I am curious to know what happens next……
lovely..
The blending of time and space dear muse–archaic memory, half story, half truth, ancient symbols with dreams in between—
In this labyrinth are the cosmic springs of life…
Mistress of life.
Merry Christmas dear Muse!!
miss you,
love
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