The tale of Gelert is one hailing from Beddgelert, nestled in the Snowdonia region of northwestern Wales. King Llywelyn, a Welsh prince and a central character in this folklore, had a loyal hunting dog named Gelert. One day, Llywelyn went hunting without his dog, a deviation from their usual routine. Upon returning, he was greeted not by the typical joyous bounding of his faithful hound, but by a suspiciously stained Gelert, his jaws bloodied. Horrified and alarmed by this sight, the prince rushed to his son’s cradle, where instead of the soft cooing of a child, he found disarray. The cradle was empty, tipped over with the beddings sprayed across the room, and again, speckles of blood were noticed. Straight away, Llywelyn concluded that Gelert had attacked and killed his son. In a fit of grief and rage, Llywelyn drew his sword and slew Gelert. As Gelert let out his death-howl, a baby’s cry echoed from a corner of the room. On moving a pile of blankets, Llywelyn discovered his son, unharmed, beside the lifeless body of a massive wolf. Gelert had in actuality been protecting the baby from the predator. Devastated by the tragic mistake, Llywelyn buried Gelert in the village. The prince is said to have never smiled again, haunted by the howl of his wrongfully accused and slain faithful friend. ‘Gelert’s Grave’ is still a popular tourist site in Beddgelert today, recalling the grim tale of loyalty, love and regret.