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Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Legends of Red and White Dragons and Merlin

Legends of Red and
White Dragons and Merlin


Legends of Red and White Dragons and Merlin

One could expect that the legends surrounding Merlin the Mage in Arthurian legend would contain tales of dragons, and so they do. Merlin’s dragons, in fact, appeared when the Romans first invaded Britain, well before Arthur took over the throne and long before Merlin was born.

The Fable of Llefelys and Llud:

At the time of the Roman invasion there were two brothers, Llefelys the King in France and Llud who ruled in Britain. Llud’s kingdom was cursed by horrible screams, so fearsome that they caused the women and beasts of the kingdom to miscarry. These screeches and shrieks occurred on every Beltane (the modern May Day). Llefelys, who had all the wise men of France at his disposal, told Llud that the screams came from a Welsh dragon trying to defeat a foreign dragon. Llud was instructed to return home and to measure his kingdom lengthwise and width-wise to find the center point. Once this was done, Llud was told to have a cistern, or large well constructed on the spot. The cistern was to be filled with strong mead and covered with brocaded silk. Then Llud himself was to sit by the side of the cistern on Beltane and apply Llefelys’ second set of instructions.

Having followed his brother’s first set of instructions; Llud found that the center point was at Oxford. He constructed the cistern there and filled it with mead then placed a silk covering on top. He was rewarded on the night of Beltane by the sight of two dragons furiously fighting above him in the air. Finally they exhausted themselves, changed into the shape of pigs, and fell into the vat where they commenced gobbling the alcoholic mead. After drinking their fill they fell asleep and Llud was able to wrap the cloth around them and take them captive. From Oxford Llud took the sleeping dragons to the most secure spot in his kingdom: the Citadel at Ffaraon Dandde in Snowdon where he had the dragons permanently imprisoned. From then on Beltane was free of shrieking and the overjoyed people celebrated with true merriment.

Merlin and the Red and White Dragons

After the Romans left Britain the site was re-named Emrys’s Citadel and it was at that time that it entered into Arthurian legend through the exploits of the Wizard Merlin.

About 450 AD the Constantine, King of the Britons was killed by a Pictish assassin and his eldest son, Constans, became King. Vortigern had married Princess Severa, the daughter of Constantine’s predecessor, Magnus Maximus, and from this position he installed himself as the Reagent to the young king. Soon the young King Constans met his untimely end. When Vortigern took over the throne the infant brothers Aurelius Ambrosius and Uthar Pendragon (Arthur’s father) were spirited to safety in Brittany.

Vortigern’s hold on power was shaken when the kingdom was attacked by Picts living north of Hadrian’s Wall. Since he did not have enough fighters to repel the Picts permanently, Vortigern enlisted the aid of two armies of Saxon and Jutish mercenaries from the Baltic, led by the Princes Hengist and Horsa. The Jutes and Saxons were paid with a grant of land between the Britons and the Wall. This proved to be an uwise move when, soon after, the Saxons and the Jutes betrayed Vortigern and attacked the Britons.
The distraught Vortigern called together a council of twelve wise men and asked for their advice. They told him to construct a fortress in one of the remote areas of his kingdom from which he could mount a defence against the Saxons. The place that was chosen for the fortress was Dinas Ffaraon, also known as Ffaraon Dandde, near mount Snowdonia in Wales. Construction began but, no sooner than the material s were gathered and the foundations were laid, the structure crumbled to rubble overnight. Three times Vortigern attempted to build his fortress and three times his efforts were foiled. Again he called on his council and asked them to determine the reason for this failure.

In those times human sacrifice was an accepted practice where infants were sealed up in walls or the blood of the sacrificial victims was mixed into the mortar. When the council of twelve told the King, “You must find a child born without a father, put him to death, and sprinkle the ground on which the citadel is to be built with his blood.” he accepted their advice and sent his servants throughout Britain to find a fatherless boy. One of the servants, Dafydd Goch, discovered a boy called Myrddin Emrys in Bassaleg. Emry’s mother was named Aldan and his father was reputed to be a demon, though it was more likely that the father was a Royal Prince whose name could not be publically revealed, and for this reason he’d acquired the reputation of being fatherless. The boy was brought back to Dinas Ffaraon to be presented to Vortigern as the appropriate sacrifice.

Emrys faced Vortigern boldly, “Why did you have me brought here?”
“To be put to death so that the ground on which my citadel is to stand may be sprinkled with your blood.” Vortigern replied.

“Who advised you thus?”

“My council.”

“The law stipulates that a condemned man may plead for the King’s justice. Bring the council thither that I may argue my case.”

When the councillors were brought before the King the boy spoke, “I will soon reveal everything to your Highness, but first I require that these men disclose what is hidden in the earth beneath this structure.” The King granted Emrys permission to do this, at which point Emrys turned to the councillors, “By what means was it revealed to you that this citadel could not be built unless the ground were sprinkled with the blood of an innocent? Speak without guile and profess your true reasons.”

The councillors exchanged nervous looks and could not give an answer.

The boy with a wry smile then said, “Under us there is a pool if you but delve to find it.”

Diggers were brought and they found the pool, just as Emrys had said. “Now, you who are so wise, tell me what is in that pool.”

They were ashamed and could not reply.

“There are two vessels there.”, and it was indeed discovered that there were two vases joined neck to neck in the pool.

“What is in these vases?” The councillors could not answer this question any more than they could answer the others. “There is a silk tent in them, pull them apart and find it is so.”

By the King’s command the vases were separated and a folded tent was found inside. “What is in the tent?” asked the boy and again they could not speak.
“Inside the tent are two serpents, one white and one red, reveal them and watch what they do.”

The instructions were obeyed and two sleeping serpents were discovered. Once exposed to the air the creatures changed into Dragons and began to fight upon the silk tent. The white dragon raised himself on his hind legs and threw the other into the middle of the tent, then drove him back to the edge. Three times the white dragon assailed the red and three times the red, apparently the weaker of the two, was driven to the edge of the tent. In a turn of events the red dragon recovered his strength and threw the white dragon completely off of the tent and into the pool. Here the pursuit continued and both dragons disappeared into the bottom. Once the dragons were seen no more the boy turned to the councillors and asked them what meaning they put to the actions of the dragons. Perplexed, they again admitted their ignorance.

“The pool is this world, and the tent is your kingdom, oh King. The Red Dragon is the dragon of the Britons and the White Dragon that of the Saxons. At length, however, our people shall rise and drive the Saxons back into the sea from whence they came but you, oh King, are constrained from raising you citadel on this mountain. You must depart and build elsewhere. Emrys also prophesied the defeat of Vortigern at the hands of Prince Ambrosius before the eventual expulsion of the Saxons.
Vortigern, seeing how he had been deceived by his councillors, put them to death and ordered them to be buried in a nearby field. The boy’s life was spared and he became known in later years as the great Mage Myrddin Emrys (Merlin in English) and the mountain which had housed the captive dragons was re-named Dinas Emrys and became his home until he was found by Aurelius Ambrosius, who persuaded Merlin to come with him. Merlin helped Ambrosius become King and, after him, helped his younger brother Uthar Pendragon strengthen the kingdom.

The Red Dragon of this Legend went on to become the symbol of the Welsh people.


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Spring Days of May

Spring Days of May

Morning wind blowing through the valleys
surrounded by mountains like sentinels on the watch.
The spring breeze rustling the leaves
on maple, birch, and oak trees.
Evergreens and pines upon the foothills of the mountains
sigh peacefully on the warming breath of the Great Mother
awakening from her long slumber.

Trilling birds singing their sweet song
among the trees all around,
announce joyfully the arrival of spring
with their delightful springtime songs.

The green trees and the golden sunshine,
in a bright blue sky only broken
by random white puffy clouds;
the grass that lay about like a green carpet
is dotted by flowers of a million hues.
The verdant trees all about,
and the sparkly blue lake not far from here,
are a delight to one's eye and heart.

I lay on the grass and watch
the puffy white clouds above,
as they spiral and change shapes;
sometimes a sailing ship,
other times a bunny or a horse.
Twirling, fluffy clouds dancing graceful waltzes.

The mountain sentinels stand firm and solid
in their coats of dark blue and green,
and in some places shades of purple,
topped in thick layers of white.
They remind me of a very large ice cream cone. 
The range beneath them has rich pastures.

But along with the sun there's always rain to follow.
Running from the drops I hid under a big old tree stump.
Almost as soon as the rain stopped the sun comes out.
And all of the Mothers little ones come out with it.

Sunlight glistens after early morning showers.
Pearls like dewdrops fastened to lilac flowers.
Beautiful little lilacs flourish in heavy clusters
Spreading honey-scented appealing fragrances.

The Mother's little ones dance and sing,
in the dewy grass, tiny droplets of water,
glistening and sparkling like tiny jewels
in the golden sunlight.

















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The Magic of the Arthurian Legend


The Magic of the Arthurian Legend
You'll find this statement at the opening of my blog:
Do you think because you haven't seen any dragons that there is no such thing as dragons or magic? Please visit my blog where we talk of fairies, elves, legends, mythologies, magic, enchantment, and, yes, dragons – and more! Welcome! I am so happy to see you!

Today I wanted to deal with a legend, one of the most famous and enduring of all legends: the Arthurian Legend. I had heard of it and was familiar with pieces of it but I have never read any of it, nor do I truly know its roots or its basis in history. Today I was searching for material dealing with King Arthur, Merlin, and dragons, all living together. What I expected was a magical tale of heroics and loyalty, of sorcery and skullduggery, of romance and dragons. I found something quite different.

I started as many do by going to Google with a search string that read: “Arthur Merlin dragon.” I received about 2,750,000 results in 35 milliseconds. That's a lot faster than I could generate them at the library using a card catalog and note pad!

The first page of results had references to King Arthur in television and YouTube videos as well as leads to the blogs of gamers who using a medieval theme but nothing concrete on the ancient legend of King Arthur.

Several links later I came upon this one:

www.arthurian-legend.com/more-about/more-about-arthur-10.php

This link will take you to what I believe is an authoritative website created and maintained by one Patrick Taylor who has copyrighted all of his material. I could lift some for this article but not only would that not be right, it wouldn't do justice to the elegantly simple summary of a huge volume of work that is on Taylor's site.

What I found there is that the basis for the Arthurian Legend goes back at least to the 5th Century C.E., Wales and Scotland. There are many kings, nobles, and tribes mentioned, including Constantine, the Picts, and a certain king, one Uther Pendragon. I feel rather certain that it is from his surname, Pendragon, that an involvement between Arthur, (Uther's son) and a dragon, has entered our consciousness.

So far we have the elements of a historical recitation lacking in romance, intrigue, and magic. Then Merlin, known in early tales as Myrddin, is introduced, but he does not have any connection with Arthur – yet.

Taylor's summary notes that Merlin appears in both Welsh and Scottish tales of roughly the same period, as Myrddin and Lailoken, respectively. He is not a wizard, but rather a wild man living in the highlands who has a gift of prophecy. But Merlin does not meet Arthur. He first meets his father, Uther Pendragon, during the building of Uther's castle, and here is where the magic and romance of the Arthurian Legend – and the appearance of a dragon - begins, in my opinion.

At this point you might feel somewhat disappointed with what I have found about the legend of King Arthur, Merlin, and dragons, all existing together. It seems to be a bland reading of historical facts much like you learned in primary school, but it's not. There is one thing that only you can add to them and that is the spirit of romance, of knights and ladies, magic spells and sorcerer's wonders, of a good king and his betrayal, and of a wonderful place that exists in your heart, a place you might call, for the sake of this legend, Camelot. The magic lives on and grows stronger with every telling of the legend.

I hope that you find this article useful. Please do visit the website I noted above. I think you will find it helpful in your understanding and retelling of the legends of Arthur, Merlin, and their relationship with dragons.


Shhhhhh. Don't tell anyone, I believe there was a dragon ()

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Monday, 19 May 2014

“The Ellylldan"

First before we start this post I would like to tell you a little about my own experience with the will of the wisp. 

It was from my mom whom I first heard of them, she told me a story about them . Come to think of it she told a lot of weird stories, some scary some just weird, she loved telling stories but not all were stories. She told us, my sister and I, about when she was a little girl she actually watched them in the woods from the front porch. They looked like tiny flames flitting between trees. 

In later years, just behind our house, in the woods was the first time I saw them. Like tiny blue flames, cobalt blue to be exact, I guess that is why I have become very partial to that colour. 

And now, as the conductor would say, "on with the show."
“The Ellylldan" 

“The Ellylldan is a species of elf exactly corresponding to the English Will-o’-wisp, the Scandinavian Lyktgubhe, and the Breton Sand Yan y Tad. The Welsh word “dan” means fire. Dan also means a lure. The compound word suggests a luring elf-fire.” – Wirt Sykes, British Goblins: Welsh Folk-lore, Fairy Mythology, Legends and Traditions, p.19

“About the piskies Mr. Rowe said this: ‘People would go out at night and lose their way and then declare that they had been pisky-led. I think they meant by this that they fell under some spiritual influence – that some spirit led them astray’… Mr Rowe’s sister added: ‘If we as children did anything wrong, the old folks would say to us, “The piskies will carry you away if you do that again.”‘” – W.Y. Evans-Wentz, The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries

, p.147-8

The story of Elidyr and the Golden Ball goes like this: In Wales there was once a boy called Elidyr. His tutor was cruel, and one day the boy ran away. At first he wandered hopelessly and hungrily, but then an Ellyllan, or local elf, took pity on him and led him away — under-

ground, to a beautiful country full of forests and meadows.

He was led to see the king of the country, the King of the Tylwyth Teg


, who told Elidyr to wait on his son. The king’s son and Elidyr became friends, and would often play with a golden ball.

But Elidyr missed his mother, and asked to be allowed to go and see her. On one of his visits, she asked him to bring her some fairy gold. “But I was told never to take anything out of that land,” Elidyr protested. His mother insisted. “What harm can it do?” she said. “The king has hundreds of golden balls – he won’t miss just one.” So on his next visit, Elidyr made sure no one was watching, and took the golden ball with him.

At first he walked, but then he started to move faster and faster, as he heard tiny footsteps behind him. When he reached his mother’s house, he was running. He stumbled at the threshold, and the ball fell out of his hand. Two little men caught up with him, grabbed the ball, and ran away with it, calling Elidyr a thief and a traitor as they ran.

Full of remorse, Elidyr went back to the river bank where he had gone underground into the land of the Tylwyth Teg, but he could find no opening into the ground. The land of the Tylwyth Teg was closed to him forever.

When I was little, my grandfather would tell me stories about will o’ the wisps, and people who were lost in forests because the fairies led them astray. My grandfather told me a lot of fairy stories. They were land-focused, usually set in the woods behind his house — which were probably tiny, but to five-year-old me, seemed like a giant, mysterious forest, the kind of forest you could get very lost in, if the fairies wanted you to.


The Ignus Fatuus, or ‘foolish flame’, is a blue light that appears in marshes when plant-life is decaying there. Folk names for this phenomenon include will o’ the wisp, Ellylldan and Elf-Fire. The fire was said to be made by trickster elves of the forests, valleys and marshes (or, in Welsh, Ellyllan) — elves that could lead people astray, into the marshes, to be lost forever.

Sykes describes how modern farming methods have cleared the old bogs, destroying the lights that led to the legends of people being led into the marshes by fairies and becoming lost there. But the stories carry on.

Even if inspired by bog fires, the tales of elf abduction range further than that. There are stories from all across Britain of people being led astray by goblin-like creatures. In Cornwall, to be led astray by spirits is to be ‘pisky-led’ The piskies weren’t always tricksters, though. Some were said to have led people home with their lanterns, and they would come to some homes and help with farming and domestic work, like brownies in Scotland and northern England.

That was less the case for the Welsh Ellyllan, who were the wild spirits of the forests and valleys, but even in Wales there were some stories of Ellyllan who helped their human neighbors — like the elves who helped Rowli Pugh, on the condition that his wife swept the hearth and left a candle out for them every night.

I get lost all the time — I can get lost going from the library to my house, a two-minute journey. I tend to live in my own head, which makes for taking the wrong turn a lot of the time. I make offerings regularly to the local Good Neighbours. Like Elidyr of the Golden Ball, I fancy that the fair folk are kind to easily-lost village idiots like me. Just as long as we don’t steal any of their gold.

















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Sunday, 18 May 2014

Story of King Arthur and the Lady of the Lake


Story of King Arthur and the Lady of the Lake


King Uther Pendragon burned with passion and lust for the Lady Igraine, the wife of the Duke of Tintagel. He led an army to Cornwall and besieged the castle in his attempt to force the lady to share his bed. As the Duke of Tintagel’s lifeless body grew cold on the field of battle, Merlin the sorcerer used his magic powers to transform King Uther’s shape into that of the duke and he went straight away to Igraine and lay with her in the form of her husband. By this deception Arthur was conceived, but he was given to Merlin to be fostered so his mother never saw him grow up. She married King Uther and her three daughters by the Duke of Tintagel were married to kings, including King Lot of Orkney who married Margawse.

The legend says that Arthur was discovered to be the true heir to the throne of England when he pulled out a sword that was embedded through an anvil and into a large stone. This lay in London with a sign that proclaimed:

WHOSO PULLETH OUT THIS SWORD OF THIS STONE AND ANVIL IS RIGHTWISE KING BORN OF ALL ENGLAND

Arthur had not realised this when he pulled it out, but it was soon known that this young man was the rightful king of the land.

Arthur was accompanied by Merlin, but he lamented that he had no sword of his own, and who had ever heard of a king without a sword? Merlin took him to a lake where he saw a woman’s arm clad in white silk that was interwoven with gold and silver thread rise from the water clutching a sword. Arthur also saw a beautiful woman walking over the surface of the lake towards them. He asked Merlin who it was and he replied that it was Nimue, the Lady of the Lake, and that he must ask her for the sword, for it was her property. 


She greeted Arthur well, and he asked her if he may have the sword that was held aloft above the surface of the lake and she agreed, saying that it was called Excalibur and that it would serve him well. They were directed to a barge that lay by the water’s edge and they rowed to where the sword was held aloft. Arthur gripped the sword, which was protected by a beautiful scabbard made of gold and inlaid with precious gems, and the hand that had held it slipped back under the surface of the water. Merlin asked Arthur which he preferred, the sword or the scabbard?

Arthur said that he valued the sword best, but Merlin told him that he had chosen unwisely, for the scabbard had the power to protect him from harm on the battlefield and he should look after it with care. This scabbard would later be stolen by Arthur’s half-sister, the sorceress Morgan le Fay, who threw it into a lake when she was pursued by Arthur and his knights. She turned herself and her knights into stone to avoid being found, but the loss of the scabbard sealed Arthur’s fate.

Arthur extended his rule over all of Britain, defeating Scotland, Wales and Ireland in his campaigns. He married the Lady Guinevere, built a fine castle that he called Camelot and created the order of the Knights of the Round Table. But Arthur would bring about his own doom by fathering a child on his half-sister, Margawse, the wife of King Lot of Orkney. At that time Arthur didn’t know who his parents were and so was unaware that Margawse was his half-sister. 


Merlin told him of his awful mistake, but by that time it was too late. The son that was born from this union was called Mordred, and he would bring about Arthur’s death when he tried to seize the throne from him. At the last battle Arthur drove his spear into Mordred, but Mordred, feeling his death draw near, forced himself along the shaft of the spear until he could strike Arthur a great blow on the side of his head. Mordred lay dead with Arthur lying mortally wounded by his side. His trusted knight, Sir Bedevere, tried to comfort the dying king, but Arthur said to him,

'Take my sword Excalibur to the lake that lies over there and to throw it into the water and to come back and tell me what you saw.'


Sir Bedevere carried Excalibur to the water’s edge, but when he looked at the fine sword, with its golden pummel inlaid with gems, he thought that it was a waste to lose such a valuable weapon, so he hid it under a tree and returned to where King Arthur lay.

'Well?' said Arthur, 'What did you see?'

'I saw nothing, my king; just the ripples on the water when it entered.'

The king grew angry, saying, 'You are trying to deceive me! Go now and throw Excalibur into the lake. My life depends on it.'

Sir Bedevere went back to the lake and picked up Excalibur, but when he looked at it he still could not bring himself to throw the sword into the lake, so it returned it to its hiding place and went back to the king.

'Well?' said Arthur, 'What did you see?'

'Nothing, my king, just the ripples on the water.'

King Arthur’s face flushed red, 'You traitor! You have betrayed your king twice and placed more value on a sword than on my life. I will kill you with my own hands if you do not throw Excalibur into the lake. Hurry, for I don’t have much time and I am feeling the cold grip me.'

Sir Bedevere went back to the water’s edge and this time he took Excalibur in his hands and threw it with all his might into the lake. A woman’s arm, clad in white silk that was interwoven with gold and silver thread, rose up out of the lake and caught Excalibur by the hilt and then shook it three times before slipping silently beneath the surface of the water. Bedevere went back to King Arthur and told him what he had seen. King Arthur ordered him to help him down to the lake, so Bedevere carried him to the water’s edge where he saw a barge approach that had many beautiful women onboard it. 


They wept when they saw Arthur, and carefully Bedevere laid him in the bottom of the boat where the women tended him. One was Nimue, the Lady of the Lake, and as silently as they had arrived the boat slipped away from the shore, leaving Bedevere staring in wonder. Arthur was taken to the enchanted island of Avalon where he could be healed of his wounds. Some say that he is still there, waiting until such time as Britain is threatened by foreign invaders. Some say that he is asleep and will only be awoken when his country is in need of his protection.
© Tom Muir.

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