"See yonder," said theirleader Manawydan; "that is the door we may not open." And that night theyregaled themselves and were joyful. And of all they had seen of food laidbefore them, and of all they had heard said, they remembered nothing;neither of that, nor of any sorrow whatsoever. There they remainedfourscore years, unconscious of having ever spent a time more joyous andmirthful. And they were not more weary than when first they came, neitherdid they, any of them, know the time they had been there. It was not moreirksome for them to have the head with them, than if Bran the Blessed hadbeen with them himself. And because of these fourscore years, it wascalled "The Entertaining of the Noble Head."One day said Heilwyn the son of Gwyn, "Evil betide me, if I do not openthe door to know if that is true which is said concerning it." So heopened the door and looked towards Cornwall. And when they had looked theywere as conscious of all the evils they had ever sustained, and of all thefriends and companions they had ever lost, and of all the misery that hadbefallen them, as if all had happened in that very spot; and especially ofthe fate of their lord. And because of their perturbation they could notrest, but journeyed forth with the head towards London. And they buriedthe head in the White Mount.
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