The Story
The Story
The Last Dragon in Wales was killed in Newcastle Emlyn.
On a hot summers day the townsfolk were gathered for the annual fair. Suddenly above the noise of tradesmen, cattle, music and song was heard the most extraordinary sound.
Grown men quaked in their boots and the onlookers were paralyzed with fear. There, in the sky above them, was hovering an enormous winged serpent. After circling for some time it came to alight upon one of the turrets of the castle and appeared to fall asleep.
The people were desperate to be rid of this fearsome beast. At last a tall young man strode to the front of the crowd, a red shawl under his arm, and a musket over his shoulder. He strode in to the river until he was waist deep and spread the shawl over his shoulders and took steady aim. The serpent rose in to the clear sky. A shot rang out. The Dragon swooped towards the floating shawl and clutched it in its talons.
Writhing in a whirlpool of blood, shawl and venom the serpent sank beneath the water never to be seen again. As for the brave man, as soon as the shot had left his gun he had dived beneath the water and swum to the farther bank of the river and climbed out, none the worse for his ordeal. It was said that the fishing on the Teifi was not good that year. Whether it was due to the contaminated water or fear of the beast no one is sure.