Her eyes shone brighter than the eyes of a hawk that saw its prey. Her breasts were whiter than the breasts of a snow-white swan, and the blush on her cheeks was brighter than scarlet roses. Everyone who saw her immediately fell in love with her. Where she stepped, four white shamrocks immediately bloomed, which is why they gave her the name Olwen. However, there was something that forced her to stay in her father's house: her father, Isbadaden Pencaur, was a harsh and terrible giant who killed everyone who asked for her hand. He asked the unfortunate man many impossible tasks and the poor groom invariably died before reaching half of all his demands. Isbadaden was sitting on his carved armchair, and his crying daughter was sitting opposite.

Why are you crying, Olwen? Do you really feel sorry for that stupid boy? Wipe your tears, do you hear me? Immediately!