"In the morning he arose, and when he went forth, behold a shower of snow had fallen the night before, and a hawk had killed a wild fowl in front of the cell. And the noise of the horse scared the hawk away, and a raven alighted upon the bird. And Peredur stood, and compared the blackness of the raven and the whiteness of the snow and the redness of the blood to the hair of the lady that best he loved, which was blacker than jet, and to her skin, which was whiter than the snow, and to the two red spots upon her cheeks, which were redder than the blood upon the snow appeared to be."
- "Peredur, Son of Efrawg" (Welsh folktale)

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Peredur Son of Efrawg might be my favorite of the Mabinogion.
It’s Macbeth meets Parzival meets blood magic noir.

Peredur moves through madness, prophecy, severed heads, and witches — and never asks if he might be wrong.

Arthur says: “Because you never stopped to ask — look what you’ve done.”

That hit.

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Reading about Peredur in the introduction and just now realizing:
This is where the Fisher King myth comes from.

A wounded king. A cursed land. A missing question.
Brân the Blessed: hurt through the thighs, bound to the land, keeper of a sacred cauldron.

I can see what George R.R. Martin was reaching for with Bran Stark.
The mythic echoes are there.
But when the time came, the arc didn’t land — no redemption, no Grail.

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