She ran her finger through his hair and pressed her cheek against his. He could feel her breath against his ear and as her lips moved words were formed.
" Tell me..."
He grinned. Women were curious and nosy creatures. She had been created just for him. His flower, soft as a rose, delicate like a daisy. He smelled the sweet fragance of the spring and looked at her.
" Why?"
Her eyes were large and sparkling like those of a deer. He saw his own reflection in her dark irises and felt her hand against his chest.
" Because lovers share secrets."
He rose on his pillow and stroked her golden locks. She was more beautiful than any mortal woman, and as he caressed her, he was reminded of the unnatural softness of her skin. How blessed he was to have such a wife. She was kind and smart and she would never grow old. She would always be as gorgeous as the springtime blossom.
" Please?"
She looked at him with those shiny eyes, and it felt as if he was drawn into them. He nodded.
" It's complicated."
" I have to know how it works, for I don't want to lose you."
" So that's why you whish to know it?"
She cast down her gaze and her lip trembled.
" I don't want you to die. Ever..."
He laughed.
" Silly girl. As if I would ever die. Let me show you how difficult it is. That should take away your worries."

He stepped out of the bed and walked to the door.
" Come on. I'll show you."

The girl followed him outside and looked at him as he pointed at the reddish sky.

" See. I can not be killed at day, nor at night. If I should ever die it would be either at dusk or dawn."

He then picked up the net he had used to catch fish the other day and he wrapped it around his foot.

" I can't be killed clothed, nor can I be killed naked."

He walked over to the fold and dragged one of the goats out. He tied the beast to a tree and took a cauldron from the shed, which he threw down next to the animal. Then he climbed onto the cauldron and placed one foot carefully on the goat's back.

" I can't be killed riding nor walking, nor by any weapon lawfully made. Now look at me. Do you realy think that I would ever be in this position on a battlefield?"

He looked at her and noticed that the sparkle in her eyes had changed. His wife was satisfied.

" Goronwy!", she cried, and before he knew what was happening, he saw the iron point of a spear which was flung at him.
Agony pierced through his chest and warm blood flowed over his naked belly.

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They ran, and ran, away from their crime. At last they reached the ancient ring of stones and they fell down, exhausted.
Goronwy leant against one of the stones and he put his hand on Blodeuwedd's tigh. She kissed him and they lay in eachother's arms for some time. Then he pointed at a tree nearby, and as Blodeuwedd looked, she saw a large brown bird looking at them.

" It has been watching us ever since we arrived, the annoying beast."
" It's an eagle, isn't it?"
" Indeed. Too bad I dropped my spear."

But to their surprise, the bird spread its wings. It leapt into the air and landed right in front of them. There it began to grow.
Blodeuwedd's eyes opened wide and she staggered back.
" It can't be!"

In front of them stood her husband, dressed in armor, and with a javelin in his right hand.
" If flowers can be turned into women, why can't men be turned into eagles?", he said and he raised the weapon.

Goronwy ran away and hid himself behind one of the stones.
" Have mercy!", he shouted.
But the betrayed husband did not have mercy. He cast the javelin towards the sound and it went right through the rock and through the murderer. Blood flowed over his lips as he lay pinned to the stone.
Blodeuwedd stared at the two men, the one she had betrayed and the one he had killed. She couldn't move or speak, and for a moment there was no sound but the blowing of the wind.

Then there were footsteps behind her and as she turned around she saw her creator. She fell down on her knees and wept.
" I did not want this", she cried," please..."
But his face was grim as he raised his hands.
" You shall never see the daylight again, nor shall you listen to the birds' songs. Rather you shall fear them, as they will hunt you wherever they find you!", he shouted and as she looked at the palms of her hands, she saw how feathers grew out of her fingers. Her beautiful long legs turned into claws and as she cried of horror, it sounded like an animal shriek.

And so Blodeuwedd lost both her husband and her lover and she herself was turned into an owl.