Llew Llaw Gyffes

The Triad

This is my re-telling of the tale of Llew Llaw Gyffes. The tale in it's entirety can be found in the Mabinogion. The collection of Welsh legends translated by Lady Charlotte Guest. I first heard this story as a child. Then it was told to me in Welsh and that is how I remember it best. I have re-read the story from the English version to refresh my memory and to help me here.

The Triad mentioned is from other sources. The ancient Bards would use two forms of Triad. One type held a store of wisdom, others were used as mnemonics, to remind the bard of the tale he is to tell. The latter type is the one quoted.

Among the “Trioedd Ynys Prydain” (The Triads of the Island of Britain) is written this;

“Three disloyal households of the Island of Prydain;

The household of Gronw Pebyr of Penllyn who refused to stand in place of their lord to receive the poisoned darts from Llew Llaw Gyffes in Lech Goronwy in Blaen Cynfael; and the household of Gwrgi and Peredur, who deserted their lords at Caer Greu, when there was appointment for battle next morning against Eda Glinmaur, and they were both slain; and the third, the household of Alan Fyrgan, who returned back by stealth from their lord, on the road at night with his servants at Camlan, and there he was slain.”

 

Arianrhod The Silver Wheel

Arianrhod the Silver Wheel. As the stars tell of our past and future, so Arianrhod spins the wheel of life fashioning what we may become if we pay attention.
Arianrhod the Silver Wheel. As the stars tell of our past and future, so Arianrhod spins the wheel of life fashioning what we may become if we pay attention.

Arianrhod and the naming of Llew

Math, ap Mathonwy and brother of Don was lord in Gwynedd. At that time Math needed a maiden to be his companion in the place he dwelt which was Caer Dathyl. The wise Gwydion gave him counsel and said, “Seek Arianrhod. Your niece, your sister’s daughter to be your companion.”

Math sent word to Arianrhod in her castle of glass hidden within Snowdon. When she arrived he said to her; “Are you maiden?” She replied “I know not other than that I am.”

Math took out his magic wand, bent it, and said “Step over this.”

As she stepped over the wand a small child came from her. At the crying of the child she made for the door. As she did so another form appeared but before anyone could see Gwydion picked it up and covered it with a scarf of velvet.

Math looked down at the yellow haired child before him and said, “Dylan shall be his name.” later the child saw the sea and jumped in and took its nature. Beneath him no wave ever broke and the sea was his home from that day forth.

Gwydion had picked up an infant in his velvet scarf. He knew a woman who could nurse a child and he took the child to her to be nursed for the space of one year. At the end of the year Gwydion met again the child. A boy, now one year old he seemed as large as a two year old. He noticed Gwydion and took to him and from that time forth was a love between them as father and son. Then the boy was reared at court until he was four at which time he appeared as though he were eight.

Gwydion took the boy with him to the castle of Arianrhod. She bade him welcome then said, “Who is this boy that follows you?”

“He is your son.” Replied Gwydion.

“Why do you seek to shame me this way” cried Arianrhod “Do you truly seek my dishonor?”

“There is no dishonor in raising such a boy” replied Gwydion.

“What is his name?” asked Arianrhod

“As yet he has no name” replied Gwydion.

“Then this is the destiny I lay upon him” said Arianrhod “He shall have no name until I give him one.”

Gwydion left the castle of Arianrhod in anger and returned to Caer Dathyl where they stayed the night.

The next day he took the boy to walk on the seashore by Aber Menai. There he saw some sedges and seaweed. With his skill he turned them into a boat. Then out of sticks and sedges he made a bountiful amount of leather and colored it so no one had ever seen leather more beautiful. Then he made a sail and sailed to the port of the castle of Arianrhod.

He put glamour on himself and the boy so that none may recognize them. Then he sat in the boat and began to stitch shoes out of the leather.

“What men are those in yonder boat?” Arianrhod asked of her ladies.

“They are cordwainers” was the reply.

“Desire the cordwainer that he make shoes for me.” She commanded.

But when the ladies spoke to Gwydion he answered them “Nay. I will not make shoes for thy lady until she allows me to measure her foot myself.”

So Arianrhod went down to the port and saw Gwydion though she knew him not.

“Good day to you.” She said “Are you now able to make shoes for me?”

“With the right measure before me I may indeed.” Replied Gwydion

Then a small wren landed on the prow of the boat. Picking up a small stone the boy threw it and knocked the wren off it perch. Observing the child’s long yellow hair and good aim Arianrhod declared “The little Lion has a steady hand.”

Then Gwydion rose and the glamour went from him and the boy and the boat and leather returned to sticks and seaweed. “You have named your son well” he declared “From this time forth that shall be his name ‘Llew Llaw Gyffes’ the lion with a sure hand.”

“Again you try to dishonor me.” Cried Arianrhod. “Is this how you will thrive?”

“There is no dishonor in naming your own son.” Replied Gwydion.

“This destiny will I lay upon him.” Declared Arianrhod. “He shall never have arms nor armor unless he gets it from me.”

Gwydion and Llew departed and went to Dinas Dinllef. There Gwydion cared for Llew and raised him well. He grew rapidly and Gwydion taught him horse and weaponry. He taught him courtly behavior and also the secrets of the three magics.

Llew grew to be perfect in strength, features and stature.

The time came when Llew became despondent for he needed horse and arms to be welcome among the courts of men.

One day Gwydion called Llew and told him that they would go on a journey. “But I bid you” he told Llew that you put on a cheerful face.”

“That I will.” replied Llew

They journeyed towards the Castle of Arianrhod. As they approached the gates they put glamour on themselves so they appeared as two youths. Though Gwydion appeared more serious than the other.

“Porter!” said he “Go in and say that here are two Bards from Morgannwg.”

They were welcomed in most heartily and sat down to a sumptuous feast. When the meal had ended Gwydion entertained the hall with news and stories. Gwydion was an excellent storyteller and a merry time was had by all.

A chamber was prepared for them and they went to their ease. In the early dawn Gwydion called to him his magic and his power and by the time the day had fully dawned there was uproar through the land. Shouts and trumpet calls alarmed the castle and soon there came a knocking on the door. Arianrhod was there “Ah! Good men” she cried “Evil has come upon us.”

“yes” said Gwydion “We have heard the trumpets and the shouts. What do they mean?”

“We cannot see the ocean for the many ships that sail towards us with great speed” said Arianrhod “What are we to do?”

“Lady” said Gwydion There is nothing to do save close up the castle and let us defend it as best we may.”

“Will you aid in this defense?” she asked.

“Indeed” replied Gwydion “But we are without arms.”

“Arms I have in plenty.” Replied Arianrhod and soon she reappeared with her maids and suits of armor and weapons for two men.

“Lady” said Gwydion “Would you equip this stripling while I, with the aid of your maidens will attire myself.”

“I will do so gladly” she replied. Soon all were ready for battle.

“I have finished.” She said.

“I too am finished.” Said Gwydion. “We may now take off our arms we need them not.”

“Why!” she cried “There is an army about my castle.”

Then Gwydion removed the glamour from himself and Llew and said “There is no army. The uproar was to get you to give arms to your son and now it is done.”

“You are a wicked man.” Said Arianrhod “Many a youth might have lost his life from your uproar. So this final destiny will I lay on the youth. He will never have a wife from the race that walks this earth.”

Gwydion and Llew left though Gwydion’s heart was wroth.

Blodeuwedd and Gronw

Blodeuwedd and Gronw ap Pebyr

They went to the court of Math ap Mathonwy where Gwydion complained of Arianrhod. He told Math of all that had befallen and of the final destiny.

Then math and Gwydion took counsel together and went out to the forest and gathered blossoms of Oak, Broom and Meadowsweet. Then, with enchantments they called forth the spirit of the Earth and of the May to breathe life into what they had wrought till there before them was the comeliest maid ever seen by man. They named her Blodeuwedd.

She became the bride of Llew and at the wedding feast Math gave as his gift the Cantref of Dinodig. (In this day it is known as Eifionydd and Ardudwy.) They built a palace called Mur-Y-Castell and both he and his wife were beloved of all.

One day he set out to Caer Dathyl to visit Math. While he was gone Blodeuwedd was walking about with her ladies when they heard the sound of a hunt and soon the huntsmen rode by. “Send a page.” She said “To enquire whose hunt this is.”

The page returned to say “This is the hunt of Gronw Pebyr, lord of Penllyn.

“Indeed,” said Blodeuwedd “This chieftain will speak ill of us if he departs and we have not invited him in.”

Messengers were sent to invite him and he accepted courteously.

When they had exchanged courtesies they all sat down to feast. Blodeuwedd looked on Gronw and in that moment loved him. He looked upon her and the same thought filled him so that they could not hide it. That night he spoke to her of love and she to him. They slept together that night and on the morning, as he rose to depart, she begged him to stay one more night. That night they spoke again of their love and he said “There is nothing else we can do but you must find out in what manner your husband can be killed.”

On the third day she begged him again to stay. “At your insistence I will not go.” He said.

The next day she did not hinder his departing. As he left he admonished her “Think of what I have told you. Speak to him under the disguise of love and concern and find out how he can be brought to death.”

The wounding of Llew

That night Llew returned and there was feasting and merriment. That night as they prepared for their bed Llew spoke. “What ails thee my love? All night you have hardly spoke and you seem despondent.”

“I have been thinking of late of the thing that is not spoken of. How my life would be ever sorrowful if you were taken before me.”

“May the Gods reward you for your concern for me” he replied “But I am not so easily slain.”

“For the sake of my peace” she said “Tell me then how you might be slain.”

“Gladly” said Llew “My stepfather and the King put wards around me to protect me and this is the only way I can be slain. It must be by a spear. The spear must be a year in the forming and naught can be done to it except at the seasons of the year.”

“Is this certain?” asked Blodeuwedd.

“It is certain” he said “And I cannot be slain within a house or without. I cannot be slain on horseback or on foot.”

“How then can you be slain?” she asked.

“This way alone.” He said “By making a bath for me by the side of the river Cynfael. By putting a roof over the cauldron and thatching it tightly. Then bring a buck to the side of the cauldron. By placing one foot on the Buck’s back and the other at the edge of the cauldron. Then, in that place I can be slain.”

“Then it will be easy to avoid your death.” Said Blodeuwedd.

She sent word to Gronw Pebyr and he began work upon the spear. When a year had gone by he sent word back that it was done.

Blodeuwedd spoke to Llew. “I have been wondering how what you told me could possibly be true. Would you show me how it is possible to stand on the edge of a cauldron and on the back of a buck if I prepare it for you?”

“I will show you.” He replied.

Then she sent word to Gronw and told him to wait in ambush behind the hill called Bryn Cyfergur at the bank of the river Cynfael.

The next day she said to Llew “I have prepared the roof and the bath. Will you now show me how this can be done?”

“Let us look.” Said Llew.

“Will you go into the bath?” she asked.

“Gladly.” He replied and he went and bathed.

“See my love,” she said “There are the animals you call bucks.”

“Well” he said “Cause one of them to be caught and brought here.”

This was done and Llew Llaw Gyffes rose out of the bath and placed one of his feet on the edge of the cauldron and the other on the back of the buck. Immediately Gronw Pebyr rose from behind the hill and threw the spear so it hit Llew in the side. The head stayed in.

Llew gave a terrible scream and was transformed into the shape of an Eagle. He flew away and was not to be seen.

That night Gronw Pebyr and Blodeuwedd returned to Dinodig and ruled over it so that Dinodig and Penllyn were one.

The search for Llew and the Englyn of Gwydion

When this news reached Math ap Mathonwy he was stricken with grief and Gwydion even more so. “I will not rest.” Gwydion told Math “Until I know where is my son.”

“Go with my blessings.” Said Math.

Gwydion searched all the lands of Gwynedd. One night he was staying at the house of a man of the Cantref called Maenor Penardd. The swineherd returned to the house at end of day and the lord of the house asked “Did the sow return home tonight?”

“Yes.” Replied the swineherd and she has returned to the pigs.”

“Where does she go?” asked Gwydion.

“We do not know.” Was the reply “Every morning she leaves the sty. We do not know where she goes and we have no sight of her till evening.”

The next morning Gwydion was waiting for the swineherd to open the sty. When he did so she ran at great speed. He followed her until she came to a great Oak tree at the side of a river. There she halted and began feeding from the ground. When Gwydion looked to see what she was eating he saw that it was putrid flesh and vermin.

Gwydion looked up into the tree and saw, on the topmost branch, a great Eagle. The Eagle was wasting away. Every time it moved feathers and flesh fell from it and the sow devoured the flesh.

Gwydion sang to the tree and this was the Englyn of Gwydion;

“Derwen a dyf rhwng dau lyn yn cysgodi'n dawel awyr a glyn oni ddywedaf i gelwydd o flodau Llew y mae hyn.


Derwen a dyf mewn maes uchel nis gwlych glaw, nis tawdd gwres cynhaliodd ugain dawn ar ei brig Llew Llaw Gyffes.


Derwen a dyf dan lechwedd noddfa tywysog hardd oni ddywedaf i gelwydd fe ddaw Llew i'm harffed.”

'Oak that grows between two lakes; Darkening gently sky and glen Unless I tell a lie, From the flowers of Llew are these.


Oak that grows in upland ground,
Rain wets it not, heat burns it not It contained twenty gifts It bears in its branches Llew of the Skillful Hand.


Oak that grows beneath the slope
Shelter of a fair prince Unless I tell a lie Llew will come to my lap.

After the first verse, the Eagle went down to the middle of the tree. After the second verse the Eagle fell to the lowest branch. After the third verse the Eagle dropped into the arms of Gwydion. Then Gwydion spoke words of power and the Eagle was transformed back into Llew Llaw Gyffes.

Gwydion took him back to Caer Dathyl where, with the aid of Math and the finest Physicians in the land, he was restored to health.

The vengeance of Llew Llaw Gyffes

When he was fully restored he gathered all of Gwynedd to accompany him as he returned to his Cantref and his home of Mur y Castell. When Blodeuwedd heard he was coming she took her handmaidens and fled into the mountains. So fearful was their haste that they paid poor attention to where they were going. Unawares, they fell into the lake and all were drowned except Blodeuwedd.

Gwydion caught up to her and said “I will not slay you but I will do worse. I will turn you into a bird but from this day on you will never show your face in the light of day. To the night you are confined and it shall be in the nature of other birds to attack you and drive you out from wherever they may find you. You will not lose your name, you will always be known as Blodeuwedd.” Blodeuwedd is “Owl” in the old tongue and is still called this in some places today.

Then Gronw Pebyr fled to Penllyn and he sent messengers to Llew asking him if he would take silver or land. Llew answered no. He would only take this, that Gronw must stand in the place where he stood on the banks of the river Cynfael and Llew would throw a spear at Gronw.

Gronw called his household and said “My faithful warriors, my household, my foster-brothers. Is there one among you who would take the blow in my place?”

There was not. Because of this refusal they were written in the Triads as one of the three disloyal households of Britain.

Then Gronw went to the river bank and said to Llew “Because it was the wiles of a woman that caused me to do what I did to you, let me put a stone between me and the blow.”

“I will not refuse this.” Said Llew.

So Gronw placed a stone and stood behind it. Llew of the sure hand threw the spear and it went through the stone and pierced Gronw to the heart. So died Gronw Pebyr.

Then for the second time did Llew Llaw Gyffes take possession of the land and the land prospered.

After this he became Lord over all Gwynedd.

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WriteAngled 6 years ago from Treorci, Cymru

Very well told, indeed. You remind me of an amazing story teller I heard once, who accompanied himself with flute and drum as he told the tale of Cú Chulainn.

I have a dissident take on the story, though, following a meditation/visualisation I did about it. Perhaps also because I am a woman. If you think ill of my comment, please feel free to delete it :)

Blodeuwedd was a wild creature, created from wild flowers. She was "given" to Llew, rather than go with him of her own will and she was shut in a stone castle rather than being left in the wilds. The wild hunter Gronw called to her wildness. Yes, she betrayed and engineered the death of Llew, but this was to gain her freedom. I do not see her owl form as a punishment. It links her with the other "owl goddesses": Lakshmi, Ishtar, Lilith and Athena.


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iantoPF 6 years ago from Sunny California Author

I would never delete such an inspired reply. There are many lessons in these old tales and you have stated a very important one. Yes, in the tale itself, Blodeuwedd was seeking her freedom and found hope in the love of a bold huntsman. Blodeuwedd herself is the spirit of the Earth, the May Queen who must turn to night at the autumn equinox. The light and joy and hope of spring betrays us when the cold of winter comes around and the land is dead where nothing can be planted or grown. Yet her calling through the night reminds us that the sun God will return and the bright days of summer will return.

On a more mundane level men should know that women are not our property to be taken for granted. That we cannot neglect a woman and leave her believing that she will always be there while we take care of other matters at her expense.

Interestingly, with these old tales, the more you uncover the more you find. The lessons from just this one part of the tale can lead in many directions.


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Christopher Price 6 years ago from Vermont, USA

My mother introduced me to Greek and Norse Mythology but neglected the tales of our homeland. I have a lot of catching up to do.

She was a wonderful woman...a saint. She put up with my father and me. But she did things I can't quite understand.

I still can't figure out why she would choose the clarinet as the instrument I should learn to play. Who would stick a reed instrument in the mouth of a Welsh boy born to sing?

I blame Benny Goodman.

Thanks for another glimpse into my heritage.

CP


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iantoPF 5 years ago from Sunny California Author

You are very welcome Christopher. Thank you for your comments. I've learned a lot about online writing since coming to Hubpages and I've just seen some ways that this Hub can be improved.

I hope you get the chance to read some of the other Welsh legends that I've wrote about. You might also be interested in a Hub I wrote on the contribution Wales has made to America. "The Welsh Americans.

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