"The grave of Gwalchmai is in Pyton,
Where the ninth wave flows."
HERE ARE ENGLYNS
Between Trystan the son of Tallwch, and Gwalchmai the son of Gwyar, after Trystan had been absent three years from Arthur's Court, in displeasure, and Arthur had sent eight-and-twenty warriors to seize him, and bring him to Arthur, and Trystan smote them all down, one after another, and came not for any one, but for Gwalchmai with the Golden Tongue.
Tumultuous is the nature of the wave,
When the sea is at its height.-
Who art thou, mysterious warrior?
Tumultuous are the waves and the thunder.
In their bursting forth let them be tumultuous.
In the day of conflict I am Trystan.
Trystan of the faultless speech,
Who, in the day of battle, would not retreat,
A companion of thine was Gwalchmai.
I would do for Gwalchmai in that day,
In the which the work of slaughter is let loose,
That which one brother would not do for another.
Trystan, endowed with brilliant qualities,
Whose spear has oft been shivered in the toil of war,
I am Gwalchmai the nephew of Arthur.
Gwalchmai, there swifter than Mydrin,
Shouldst thou be in danger,
I would cause blood to flow till it reached the knees.
Trystan, for thy sake would I strive
Until my wrist should fail me;
Also for thee I would do my utmost.
I ask it in defiance,
I ask it not through fear,-
Who are the warriors before me?
Trystan, of distinguished qualities,
Are they not known to thee?
It is the household of Arthur that comes.
Arthur will I not shun,
To nine hundred combats will I dare him, -
If I am slain, I will also slay.
Trystan, the friend of damsels,
Before commencing the work of strife,
The best of all things is peace.
Let me but have my sword upon my thigh,
And my right hand to defend me,
And I myself will be more formidable than they all.
Trystan of brilliant qualities,
Before exciting the tumult of conflict,
Reject not Arthur as a friend.
Gwalchmai, for thy sake will I deliberate,
And with my mouth I utter it.-
As I am loved, so will I love.
Trystan, of aspiring mind,
The shower wets a hundred oaks.
Come to an interview with thy kinsman.
Gwalchmai, of persuasive answers,
The shower wets a hundred furrows.
I will go where'er thou wilt.
Then came Trystan with Gwalchmai to Arthur.
Arthur, of courteous replies,
The shower wets a hundred heads.
Here is Trystan, be thou joyful.
Gwalchmai, of faultless answers,
The shower wets a hundred dwellings.
A welcome to Trystan, my nephew.
Worthy Trystan, chief of the host,
Love thy race, remember the past;
Am I not the Chief of the Tribe?
Trystan, leader of onsets,
Take equal with the best,
But leave the sovereignty to me.
Trystan, wise and mighty chieftain,
Love thy kindred, none shall harm thee,
Let there be no coldness between friend and friend.
Arthur, to thee will I attend,
To thy command will I submit,
And that thou wishest will I do.