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The Holy Grail

A shack of fallen beech trunks, roughly sawn into planks. Roofed with turf, it had a window at each point of the compass. Seven in all. The only door faced the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening. It was that kind of shack. He had built …

The Black Dog

As previously mentioned, the Fforest of Annwn is vast. Possibly endless. If endless is at all possible. Certainly it seemed to Pwyll that you could often walk all day and not get anywhere. Upon whichever point of the compass he embarked; symbolised, as they were, by the seven windows of …