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us walk again on the mount. But this time, we'll bring my horse along."
So once more they climbed the mount. And they had not sat long when they
saw the same lady, in the same dress and veil, on the same horse, on the
same road, coming at the same slow, steady pace.
Pwyll speedily mounted his horse, but as he reached the foot of the mount,
she was already riding past the spot. Then he let his horse prance after,
thinking to easily overtake her. When he did not, he gave his horse the
rein. It began to trot, yet fell even farther behind. Then he spurred it to
a gallop -- but at its greatest speed, it lost more ground than ever. And
still the lady rode no faster than a walk.
At last his horse began to fail, and he called out, "Lady, in the name of
the man you hold dearest, please halt."
"I will," she said. "And for the sake of your horse, you could have asked