He nods. "People talk about them like they're the same thing. I don't know. In the story he was Welsh king and he gave his sister Branwen to be married to an Irish king. Their half-brother Efnysien was angry that he wasn't asked about the marriage. He maimed the Irish king's horses, and Brân Fendigaidd gave the king a magic cauldron as recompense. It could return the dead to life."
He can't tell the story like Percival would -- Percival would fill in the details around the things that happened, and make the story lusher and more full, like a garden in summer. Galahad can only tell the framework of it, the stalks left over in winter that tell where everything grew. But he wants to at least try. At Wanderers Gather he realized he was never going to see Percival again; it feels like keeping a little part of Percival with him to be able to tell Magnus something he learned from him.
"But the Irish were angry because of what Efnysien had done, even with the gift, and Branwen was mistreated and made to work in the kitchens. She taught a starling to speak and sent it across the sea to Brân Fendigaidd to tell him what had happened to her."
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He can't tell the story like Percival would -- Percival would fill in the details around the things that happened, and make the story lusher and more full, like a garden in summer. Galahad can only tell the framework of it, the stalks left over in winter that tell where everything grew. But he wants to at least try. At Wanderers Gather he realized he was never going to see Percival again; it feels like keeping a little part of Percival with him to be able to tell Magnus something he learned from him.
"But the Irish were angry because of what Efnysien had done, even with the gift, and Branwen was mistreated and made to work in the kitchens. She taught a starling to speak and sent it across the sea to Brân Fendigaidd to tell him what had happened to her."