From
the ancient city of Tregalan on the slopes of Mount Snowdon Arthur Pendragon,
King of the Britons, and his Knights of the Round Table rode out to
battle.
The
King's opponent was his treacherous son, Sir Mordred, who had usurped the
throne and forced himself apon his own step-mother, Queen Gwenhwyfar.
The
men of both armies were well matched in courage and stature, but when the
sun set on the day of battle many fine swordsmen lay trampled on the rocky
mountainside.
With
a cry of "Traitor!" King Arthur wielded the sword Excalibur above
Sir Mordred's head and cleaved him with one fell stroke. As the young man
crumpled to the ground enemy arrows thudded into Arthur from every direction.
For ever more the mountain pass became known as Bwlch y Saethau, meaning
the Pass of the Arrows.
In
the arms of loyal knights the dying King was carried down to Llyn Llydaw
at the foot of Snowdon, where Arthur requested good Sir Bedevere to take
Excalibur and throw it into the middle of the lake.
Twice
Sir Bedevere tried, and twice he failed, for love of the richly decorated
hilt and the strong iron blade. Once more the King begged his knight to
obey him. This time Sir Bedevere was ashamed and he threw the sword far
from the shore.
Before
its point could pierce the surface a hand and arm draped in white silk arose
from out of the water and caught the weapon. Thrice on high the Lady of
the Lake brandished Excalibur, then she accepted back into Llydaw her former
gift to the King.
Towards
the watchers, out of the night, came a barge, powered by no crew that man
could see and bearing three fair queens robed all in black. King Arthur
was laid in the velvet of their laps, and then the strange craft sailed
away into the darkness.
In
silence the King's followers climbed up the steep cliffs of Lliwedd and
disappeared, one by one, inside a dark crevice in the rockface.
Fifteen
hundred years later the knights are still waiting. Fully armed, the warriors
sleep in chainmail, their arms resting on leather shields. Behind them the
cavern walls glint with veins of precious minerals.
At
the entrance of the cave hangs a golden bell, ready to waken the sleepers.
For in their country's greatest crisis their leader will return, and then
King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table will ride to battle again.