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Arianrhod herself, whose name meant Silver Wheel, perhaps was worshiped by the common folk as incarnation as well as priestess of the moon, the benevolent silver sky-lady herself, come down from her pale bright chariot in the heavens to watch more closely over the tides she ruled, and make them gentle to the coasts of men. Such mystic, mighty song and incantation to control or invoke the elements may have been the rites practices by all the dwellers on those sacred isles around Britain of which Plutarch tells us; on one of which, he says, the Dethroned Father of the Gods sleeps among his men, since sleep is the fetter forged for Him. But those are things lost in mystery, and sages and historians quarrel over the fringes of them, happy in the seemingly barren strife.
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Evangeline Walton (The Mabinogion Tetralogy: The Prince of Annwn, The Children of Llyr, The Song of Rhiannon, The Island of the Mighty)