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An insightful and relevant short tale from Welsh tradition. Its sentiments reminiscent of the Cathars, or ‘the Albi’ -which is another name for the elusive race people know as elves and fairies.
Gwraig means ‘wife’. The plural is ‘gwragedd annwn’.
[An] enamoured farmer had heard of the lake maiden, who rowed up and down the lake in a golden boat, with a golden oar. Her hair was long and yellow, and her face was pale and melancholy. In his desire to see this wondrous beauty, the farmer went on New Year’s Eve to the edge of the lake, and in silence awaited the coming of the first hour of the new year. It came, and there in truth was the maiden in her golden boat, rowing softly to and fro.