“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
“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.