"'What boy is that who is following you?' asked Aranrhod. 'Your son,' 'said Gwydyon. 'Alas,
what has prompted you to disgrace me and prolong my shame and maintain it so?' cried Aranrhod. 'If you suffer no disgrace
worse than my rearing so fine a boy, you will have little to be ashamed of," snapped Gwydyon. 'What is the boy's name?' asked
Aranrhod. 'God knows, he has none as yet," muttered Gwydyon. 'Well, then," said Aranrhod, 'I swear this fate upon him, that
he shall have no name until he obtains one from me." 'I swear by my confession to God, you are a wicked woman,' said Gwydyon,
'but the lad shall have a name, though you be the worse for it. Being a woman now, you are angry because you are no longer
called a virgin - never again will you be called a virgin!'
-The Mabinogion
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