GELERT

Many years ago, in a castle in Cornwall lived a brave and respected prince called Llewelyn. This prince loved to hunt and his favorite hunting dog was a faithful an fearless hound called Gelert.
This prince had a beloved son, a swaddling babe whose mother had died in childbirth. On her death-bed, Llewelyn had promised his wife that he would cherish the boy and this he did.
One day, Llewelyn and his men were preparing to go out hunting. The baby was sleeping in his cradle with the nurse near him.
Neverthless, the prince decided to leave his loyal hound Gelert to protect the homestead.
It was late when Llewelyn returned home, tired but victorious, he just wanted to see his son and relax in front of the great fire. But as he entered the room he beheld a terrible sight: furniture lay upturned and the baby's cradle lay empty on the floor. Everything was covered by blood. As the prince stood rooted the spot, he felt a soft, warm, velvety nose nuzzle the palm of his hand. He looked down to see Gelert's trusting eyes gazing up at him. The dog looked exhausted but wagged his tail weakly. His head and his paws were stained with blood.
The prince thought that the hound had killed his son so he drew his dagger and plunged it deep into Gelert's side. As the dog slumped to the ground, the prince heard a soft whimpering from behind the upturned cradle. As the dog lay dying, Llewelyn picked up his son and he saw a  covered body of a wolf lying dead on the floor. Thanks to Gelert, the baby remained unharmed.
Filled with remorse, Llewelyn gently stroked his friend for the last time. Gelert's body was buried outside the castle walls, close the river. The huge stone slab, inscribed with Gelert's name, still marks the grave and the village nearby still carries the name "Beddgelert" - Gelert's grave.