RINCE LLEWELYN had a favourite greyhound named Gellert that had been given
to him by his father-in-law, King John. He was as gentle as
a lamb at home but a lion in the chase. One day Llewelyn
went to the chase and blew his horn in front of his castle.
All his other dogs came to the call but Gellert never
answered it. So he blew a louder blast on his horn and
called Gellert by name, but still the greyhound did not
come. At last Prince Llewelyn could wait no longer and went
off to the hunt without Gellert. He had little sport that
day because Gellert was not there, the swiftest and boldest
of his hounds.
He turned back in a rage to his castle, and as he came to
the gate, who should he see but Gellert come bounding out to
meet him. But when the hound came near him, the Prince was
startled to see that his lips and fangs were dripping with
blood. Llewelyn started back and the greyhound crouched
down at his feet as if surprised or afraid at the way his
master greeted him.
Now Prince Llewelyn had a little son a year old with whom
Gellert used to play, and a terrible thought crossed the
Prince's mind that made him rush towards the child's
nursery. And the nearer he came the more blood and
dis-  order he found about the rooms. He rushed into it and found the
child's cradle overturned and daubed with blood.
Prince Llewelyn grew more and more terrified, and sought for
his little son everywhere. He could find him nowhere but
only signs of some terrible conflict in which much blood had
been shed. At last he felt sure the dog had destroyed his
child, and shouting to Gellert, "Monster, thou hast
devoured my child," he drew out his sword and plunged it in
the greyhound's side, who fell with a deep yell and still
gazing in his master's eyes.
As Gellert raised his dying yell, a little child's cry
answered it from beneath the cradle, and there Llewelyn
found his child unharmed and just awakened from sleep. But
just beside him lay the body of a great gaunt wolf all torn
to pieces and covered with blood. Too late, Llewelyn
what had happened while he was away. Gellert had stayed
behind to guard the child and had fought and slain the wolf
that had tried to destroy Llewelyn's heir.
In vain was all Llewelyn's grief; he could not bring his
faithful dog to life again. So he buried him outside the
castle walls within sight of the great mountain of Snowdon,
where every passer-by might see his grave, and raised over
it a great cairn of stones. And to this day the place is
called Beth Gellert, or the Grave of Gellert.