The Faithful Hound: Gelert

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We love dogs. Throughout history, dog and man have always been side by side. From the ancient Egyptian  god Anubis to Russia's race to space, dogs have shared out history. The Welsh also have their tales of courageous hounds, but like so many stories involving man's best friend, tissues are required.

Now grab some popcorn, tissues and a blanket, it's time for a story.

In the mountains of Gwynedd, North-West Wales, lived Prince Llewelyn The Great and his faithful wolf-hound, Gelert. Together they hunted, no game too big or too strong for Llewelyn's favourite hound. The hound was often described having bravery that knew no bounds.

The Prince also had a son who he cherished dearly as he was the last token from his wife, who had perished during childbirth. He promised to care for their child and never let anything happen to him. He entrusted his safety to Gelert, knowing the hound would never harm his heir.

One day, Prince Llewelyn and his men were out hunting with their many hounds, when the Prince realised that his loyal Gelert was no where to be seen. They continued the hunt and returned late at night. Llewelyn worried for his dog as the forest was plagued with wolves and bears, but was eager to retire with his son after a tiring day.

Although, what met the Prince's gaze left him rooted to the spot. Upon entering the nursery, the furniture had been tossed, tapestries ripped from their curtains and the cradle upturned and empty, smothered in blood. A wet muzzle nudged into the Prince's hand. He looked down and saw his ever so faithful hound, exhausted, slowly wagging his tail, happy to see his master's return. However, his face and paws were soaked in blood.

The Prince, in horror and disbelief, cried out and plunged his sword into hound's side, thinking that his dog had murdered his son. Gelert howled as he slumped to the ground, awakening the baby who lay hidden beneath blankets. Llewelyn searched for his son and found the babe unharmed. Upon finding him, he saw a body of a wolf that had been slain by Gelert beneath the cradle.

Piecing together what had happened, Llewelyn knelt by his dying hound, filled with remorse, stroked Gelert until he died in his master's arms. The Prince buried Gelert outside his castle, with huge celebration, but he could not join as the cries of his hound plagued him, and he vowed never to smile again.

There are many debates on whether the tale is true or fiction. But the gravestone of Gelert, engraved with the name, Beddgelert, can been found today in the village of the same name up in the mountains of North Wales.

“In the whole history of the world there is but one thing that money can not buy... to wit the wag of a dog's tail...”- Josh Billings

External Links

http://myths.e2bn.org/mythsandlegends/playstory760-the-story-of-gelert.html

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/wales/posts/The-legend-of-Gelert

The Welsh Pony: The Ceffyl Dŵr

The Ceffyl Dŵr. Never heard of it? Don't know how to pronounce it? Well, let me teach you a thing.

The Ceffyl Dŵr (Keff-ill dwr) is a shape shifting water horse that dwells in the lakes from Welsh Mythology. You may have heard of its bro, the Scottish Keplie. You know the one, the horse that lets people ride it and then drowns them. Yep, that's him. Well, the Ceffyl Dŵr is its less popular, a tad nicer cousin.

Now according to what part of Wales you are from, the Ceffyl Dŵr looks a little different. 

The North describe it as this terrible being with fiery eyes with an evil aura. Where the South (the best) describe it as a little bit cheeky to lone travellers, but also in a positive light with its beautiful wings. Or in reality, they probably don't give a shit and let the beast do what it wants. As long as it doesn't hurt the sheep, I'm sure it's fine.

Now when you see this beast, it may look like any other welsh cob (a breed of pony) wandering the valley ponds. However, upon close inspection, the pony is surrounded by mist that illuminates its grey coat. Though, it is very unlikely to see one, unless it is trying to kill you, as when it is seen, it will evaporate into mist, making it impossible to kill.

If you suffer from Equinophobia (the fear of horses), you probably don't want to read on. Like most water horses, the Ceffyl Dŵr isn't always friendly. The beast will hide in its pond, waiting for the wondering welsh man before ambushing him and trying to strangle him with its legs. Though, if it doesn't managed to kill you like that, it'll just do it the old fashioned way and trample you to death.

The Ceffyl Dŵr is also a bit of a flirt. If it sees a wary traveller, it will whine, buck and toss its head around, trying to gain the attention the unlucky person. Now if the person is tired, or has had some Tesco lasagne, they may try to mount the steed. Though,this is where it all goes wrong. The pony will ride up into the sky at frightening speeds, taking the person on an incredible pony ride, showing them wonder by wonder, before evaporating into mist, letting the person fall and die.

Now being a shape shifter, there are some whacked up stories. My favourite is the one about a man from the Rhondda (I wonder why?). Anyway, the dude was strolling along in Pontypridd, when all of a sudden the Ceffyl Dŵr in the form of a squirrel tried to strangle the man. Luckily for him, he survived the attack...but then died of a mysterious illness. I always thought the squirrels from Ponty looked shifty.

So next time you visit Wales, make sure you stay clear from ponies and squirrels. And probably sheep. You never know.

External links

http://www.celtnet.org.uk/miscellaneous/ceffyl_dwfr.html

http://www.celtnet.org.uk/miscellaneous/ceffyl_dwfr.html

http://howlinghorse.deviantart.com/art/Ceffyl-Dwr-Kelpie-198731883?offset=10

https://www.flickr.com/photos/38874442@N08/7316103554/in/photostream/

http://arrsistable.deviantart.com/art/Elemental-Water-73303556