Pověst o Llywelynovi – vypracovala RNDr. Dagmar Benešová2. 8. 2021 2021-08-23 17:30
Pověst o Llywelynovi – vypracovala RNDr. Dagmar Benešová
Pověst o Llywelynovi
The story of Llywelyn
In Wales, long ago, when the trees were still young, in a palace of stone
on the banks of the Conwy, lived Llywelyn ap Iorwerth – Llywelyn Fawr –
Llywelyn the Great – Lord of Snowdon, and his wife – Joan – daughter of the
King of all England.
When Princess Joan first came from England she brought Prince
Llywelyn a royal gift from King John as part of her dowry – a magnificent wolfhound – with legs long and limber, back sturdy yet supple, and the strength of all
Ireland in its large Irish paws. A dog which terrorised the wild wolves for miles
around and gently teased the stately palace cat. Llywelyn and the hound Gelert
became inseparable companions.
Prince Llywelyn, his retinue and his pack of wolf-hounds often stayed at a
hunting lodge in the mountains, and in the autumn they would hunt deer
amongst the steep wooded valleys. One day when Llywelyn was out hunting his
faithful hound Gelert went missing, and Llywelyn returned to the lodge alone.
He found Gelert there: limping, panting; his jaws dripping, drooling; his black
coat clotted and matted with blood. And in the far corner of the room the cradle
of Llywelyn’s baby son was overturned and empty; the baby’s fur coverings
shredded and torn; the worn flagstones smeared with fresh blood.
Prince Llywelyn stood tall and grim. He withdrew his sword from its scabbard
and held the sword high and his eyes tightly closed. The blade flashed down,
plunging deeply into the treacherous hound who had killed his small boy.
But Gelert’s dying cry was answered by the cry of a child. Llywelyn searched
and found his son, alive and unharmed, hidden by the cradle. At the side, slain
by Gelert in a fierce struggle to protect the baby, slumped the body of a mighty
wolf, its shaggy throat ripped and yawning with the blackest of blood.
The sad prince buried Gelert with honour in a meadow by the River
Glaslyn not far from the lodge. He erected two large stones, one at the dog’s
head and one at its feet, to mark the grave. Then Llywelyn built a church close
by, dedicated to St Mary, as an offering to god for the saving of his son.
But the village which grew up around the church took its name from the grave
of Gelert – Bedd Gelert in Welsh – and in the long years after Gelert’s death
Prince Llywelyn, it is said, never smiled again.