When Peretur was seven—though he did not know Peretur existed, just as Manandán did not know—when she was eating and drinking daily from the great cup of the Tuath Dé and tracing its figures with her fingers, Myrddyn found Nimuë, and set about bending her into his tool without breaking her, for although the greatest treasure, the cup, was lost to him, somehow hidden, there were others—the two he knew of whose keepers and thieves had each killed the other, taking with them their hiding place. He was not strong enough to find them on his own.
