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Post by myrddinwyllt on Nov 30, 2005 16:56:03 GMT -1
Nemeton is correct. The original line is "Mirein modur yn nyuet" (in modern orthography "mirain fodur yn nyfed") which might be translated "fair lord in (his) nemeton." Ac dw i'n trosglwyddo'r meddgorn i chi! (And I pass the meadhorn to you!)
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Post by littleraven on Nov 30, 2005 21:29:40 GMT -1
After my last one I don't want to do another, Blackbird, you do one.
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Post by Blackbird on Dec 1, 2005 6:44:20 GMT -1
lol, OK - I wasn't sure if you were being cute or unintentional in your reply, btw ;D
Here goes with another nice simple one:
We've discussed Triad 26 and the sow Henwen in the past. This tale was the basis for a series of childrens books - what were they called?
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Post by littleraven on Dec 1, 2005 15:08:38 GMT -1
lol, OK - I wasn't sure if you were being cute or unintentional in your reply, btw ;D C'mon, with me if it's a choice between those two, err on the side of cute ... LR
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Post by Brochfael on Dec 1, 2005 20:14:12 GMT -1
Hen Wen features in Lloyd Alexander's Chronicles of Prydain series. The Book of Three, The Black Cauldron, The Castle of Llyr, Taran Wanderer and the High King.
For the gods' sakes, don't bother with the excrable disney version of the Black cauldron!
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Post by Blackbird on Dec 2, 2005 7:14:51 GMT -1
C'mon, with me if it's a choice between those two, err on the side of cute ... How could I ever have though otherwise Brochfael, you are correct - I was after the Lloyd Alexander books. I didn't read them until I was far too old for them - but still enjoyed the tales. A very different inspiration to that of Alan Garner... Here is the mead horn - brimming full!
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Post by Brochfael on Dec 3, 2005 17:48:27 GMT -1
Sluuurrrpp!
Giggle!
Hic!
Bashed on the head, Choked with a cord, Bled from the throat, cast into the waters Half of me lost, Half gawped at by fools.
What do they call me and where do I lie?
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Post by tenar on Dec 3, 2005 18:36:43 GMT -1
Is it the Lindow bog bloke? or am I thinking of someone else entirely?
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Post by Brochfael on Dec 4, 2005 10:55:57 GMT -1
That's the one
Here's your virtual horn of mead
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Drink long and well
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Post by tenar on Dec 4, 2005 15:24:05 GMT -1
Mmmm mead ;D
um..
Not quite a circle With an upside-down middle And bark all around the outside, Saved from the shifting sands No longer threatend by the tide What am I?
(forgive the lame rhyming!)
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Post by jez on Dec 5, 2005 18:52:32 GMT -1
Mmmm mead ;D um.. Not quite a circle With an upside-down middle ... That's poor old Seahenge, about to be re-erected once the conservation is completed. I got to touch it while it was at Flag Fen... Jez... Thinking of a suitable riddle... All my stuff is heathen... I'll get back to you in a bit...
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Post by jez on Dec 5, 2005 19:01:32 GMT -1
Demanding sacrifice, I am cut, pulled, dragged in out of sun and rain and frost, torn with blades into strands of myself, born aloft to cries of joy and celebration, sorted, arranged as if I lived still, though I began to die as I took your blood...
And now, for two moons in the long winter, I hang, all-green, shining in the light of candles, a stubborn and many-prickled protector of your home, my father bribed with whisky and mead, to mark the longest nights and watch, with you and your guests, for the return of the sun.
And your hands bear my scars until the longest night.
Jez
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Post by tenar on Dec 5, 2005 19:11:22 GMT -1
Seahenge is correct
Have some (refilled) mead ;D
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Post by littleraven on Dec 5, 2005 23:59:40 GMT -1
Demanding sacrifice, I am cut, pulled, dragged in out of sun and rain and frost, torn with blades into strands of myself, born aloft to cries of joy and celebration, sorted, arranged as if I lived still, though I began to die as I took your blood... And now, for two moons in the long winter, I hang, all-green, shining in the light of candles, a stubborn and many-prickled protector of your home, my father bribed with whisky and mead, to mark the longest nights and watch, with you and your guests, for the return of the sun. And your hands bear my scars until the longest night. Jez Are you the official song of the Labour party? i.e. Christmas Tree? LR
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Post by Lee on Dec 6, 2005 2:59:34 GMT -1
the prickly bit gives it away... you are holly
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Post by jez on Dec 6, 2005 21:49:02 GMT -1
And your hands bear my scars until the longest night. Jez Are you the official song of the Labour party? i.e. Christmas Tree? LR Nope - this takes blood sacrifice as its payment for your protection. Jez - whose hands are covered in tiny holes...
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Post by jez on Dec 6, 2005 21:50:28 GMT -1
the prickly bit gives it away... you are holly Aye, that is right - I have taken a little of the mead - and refilled the horn - your turn... Jez
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Post by Lee on Dec 6, 2005 22:01:08 GMT -1
<big slurp of mead>
many tasks before she wed, she is gone, and i am dead. who am i?
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Post by Brochfael on Dec 7, 2005 8:25:47 GMT -1
I can only suggest Culhwch but that is very much a guess based on the many tasks.
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