was the vainest young man in all of Randor. He was the son
of a great earl and lived in a magnificent home on the shore
of the lake called Llyn Gwyn. He was a talented, handsome,
curly-haired youth, but his vanity was unbearable. By his
own estimation there was no one at his
father's court whose looks or abilities could
compare with his own. Certainly he deemed none of the girls
there worthy of his attentions. Pengrych took note only
if his own beauty and spent his days wandering alone around
the lake, gazing admiringly at his reflection in the smooth
is entranced by his vision of the girl dancing in
the waters of Llyn Gwyn.
Over time, his dreamy self-admiration
grew to anger and despair. Was there no one worthy to be
his companion? Each day he wandered the lake shore, his
mood growing as dark as his black and curling beard. His
self-pity grew to match his self-love. Then one day, as
he was engaged in his favorite preoccupation, he rounded
a rock and was surprised by an old woman.
The crone laughed derisively, chiding him for wasting his
time in this fashion. Embarrassed, the youth replied that
as there were no girls worth admiring at home, there was
every reason to look at himself. “Look again in the water,”
the old one replied.