Gwent

Well I knew the old graveyards of Gwent, solemn amongst the swelling hills, peaceful in the shadow of very ancient yews.

Dyved was the peninsula to the west; the southern slopes of the Beacons were Morgannwg and Gwent.

And so I came back to Gwent as to Avalon; there to heal me of my grievous wounds.

But, as an instance of the fellowship and brotherhood that there was in the land of Gwent in the old days, here is a true story.