Geraint

If we accept this tale we must decide that it was another Geraint who fell fighting at Langport.

And one morning in the summer time, they were upon their couch, and Geraint lay upon the edge of it.

So then Sir Geraint turned and walked slowly down the hill, for he was dazed, and his old wounds had broken afresh.

“Cause, then, the mist to disappear from this place,” said Geraint.