Gwillym Pen Pwyll's Stories - Graig du Theatre Players

This is another tale that has strong elements of Welsh myth and a restless spirit that seems unyielding until she meets her doom at the hands of a local preacher.

Of all the strangest tales I have heard, the most melancholy concerned the old bridge that used to span this side of Dinas to the other banking at Trealaw. The bridge was rebuilt many times with stones from the quarry after it had collapsed through flooding.  The arch was sound, the foundations Goliath could not break the last time it was erected, and it was a fearful place to cross some evenings. There were certain days of the year when, if you happened to be crossing, there were whispers heard. Water is a strange place and is inhabited by fairies and goblins and other creatures I shall not name.

My father said the voices belonged to restless spirits and that a fearsome old hag was buried in a jar below the waters. This was the spirit of a witch, restless, determined to live again. She would push unwary travellers into the river and they would be lucky to escape with their lives if they couldn’t bloody swim! Little babies could hear her beguiling voice, whereas their mothers' were deaf to the calls of the old hag.

A preacher heard her mellifluous voice one Midsummer’s Eve: “Evan, life I want and it’s your life that is forfeit for you have crossed my bridge.”

Evan was versed in the ways of old and of magic. He cut the palm of his hand and watched as the river boiled with his blood, then heard the anguished cries of the witch as she tried to free herself from the abode where she was imprisoned. Evan never faltered as he saw her varied forms, twisting in the mist around him. Exhausted, she finally changed into a fly that rested on the wound Evan had cut on his hand. With a shout of triumph, he trapped the old hag in the small glass vial he had and sealed it with the stopper. He banished the witch to the Red Sea and buried the glass vial under the bridge. Even though the bridge is long gone, the glass is buried under a giant boulder on the river bed. It should never be opened if it is discovered, children.

 

 

 

 

 

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