You'll hear a lot of You're listening to Druidcast, episode 225, a Mabinoggi special. So, Song Sambus,

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fab Poole in aruguelled on the end cartref arctic in the day.

Domew had arrae hitheefftheworthe, and saith morganug,

and fitwa the crediocion and three astradtoui.

And in the time that,

not I would I matth-fab matthonw to bew,

but travthi and he'drothoad in whole the morwine, I would the quenner in the rusedro there was O'Rwun and was gamd goy in the ferch Pipin Otho Pippin in Arvon and that was the poorwine deca of all bgwit I'm done it too. Peace. How gentle you are gentle you are. How precious. How delicate. And how easy it is by the house. And how easy it is by the hands of men to destroy you.

There had been peace for many years across the seven cantrevves of David. The land and people prospered.

And as those years passed, so memories of the battle that nearly destroyed two islands,

and of the great mist that befell the kingdom, began to fade.

Maybe I became complacent, overconfident,

that this peace would last. But one night, as I lay sleeping at my court beside the mound of Gorseth-Abev. In my dream I found myself on horseback.

Ahead of me paced, a pack of wondrous hounds, whose fur was white and their ears were red.

And as their fur shone, so their ears glistened in the sunlight.

Beside me, a tall man in grey, riding upon the back of a grey steed, a hunting horn around his waist.

The forest floor danced with the light of a million stars.

He raised his hand, and we brought our horses to a stop. Then he reached out

and took my arm. And I looked in two familiar eyes so ancient they knew no end.

Beware, he said.

The trickster is coming.

The... The The Hello, my friends and welcome to Druidcast episode 225.

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