Three demonic beings.  Soon the first demon was upon them.  In desperation, Pengrych reached into his little bag and threw the lump of rock salt at the hideous, dwarfish creature.  As the fiend lunged forward, the rock struck home.  With a terrible, gurgling roar, the monster dissolved into a huge spout of water that settled in pools upon the ground.  Amazed, Pengrych moved on.

The second foe was now on them, but Pengrych could hardly refrain from laughing at the queer sight.  The demon was hopping forward in almost comic style, leering and smiling as it circled its prey.  Pengrych poised to throw the brimstone, but the crafty monster was an evasive target.  There was no time to waste.  The third and slowest demon would soon catch them.  Pengrych advanced and struck the leering fiend with the sulfur.  The demon exploded in a cold, blue flame, then fell and dissolved into a pool of water.  The monster’s evil visage, gleaming ludicrously, was the last to vanish.

Pengrych creeps toward the strange revelers in the circle around the ancient altar stone.

Exhausted, Pengrych ran on, but the third fiend now approached.  It was a large-limbed, hairy monstrosity, the most fearsome foe that Pengrych had faced.  Pengrych reached for the iron lump, but it was gone.  He had lost his little bag!  The brute savagely fell on them, knocked Pengrych aside, and seized the maiden.  Though exhausted, Pengrych rose to fight.  Dagger in hand, he struck the monster with his blade.  Lo!  The demon also dissolved into water.  Thus Pengrych rescued his love.  The couple returned to Llyn Gwyn as the morning sun rose behind their backs.

Two become one.  The maiden had been only dimly aware of their desperate flight and recalled nothing of her captivity.  She came to live at the earl’s court, but though she was indebted to Pengrych and agreed to marry him, her heart held back.  The old lady visited the couple just once to be reunited with her daughter and then vanished forever.  The strange pools of water that the demons had formed lay unmolested for a season.

So Pengrych again walked the shores of Llyn Gwyn alone.  His vanity was long forgotten, but his heart had not found peace.  In time he became sick, and he fell near death.  The maiden nursed him, but her efforts brought no improvement.  But she now remembered his noble character, and her heart ached to aid his recovery.