The White Gloves

About the year dot or so, a poor dab called Dewi lived with his mother in a cottage that was as cold as charity.

One day at play Dewi twisted his foot and so great was the pain he fell in a faint. By and by he awoke to find a fairy standing above him: “Dewi” said the fairy, “accept this gift from the fair family.” A pair of white gloves which will protect the wearer and grant his every wish”. A pair of white gloves which will protect the wearer and grant his every wish.

With that Dewi rushed home in a quiver and told his mother: “Never will we know short commons again. All the fish, fowl and fruit, pastries, pies and patties, cawl, crumpets and curds in the world shall be ours”.

Whereupon a fairy trio filed into the cottage, carrying a feast pogged from their pantry.

Dewi and his mother tucked in and were licking their platters clean when the King’s crier passed the house ringing his bell and shouting: “Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! Hear this day. A giant has snatched the King’s daughter and carried her off to his castle. A King’s ransom will reward he who returns the beautiful Ellen to his Majesty!”

Dewi, full of belly and bravado, rushed from the cottage and headed for the hills wearing his magical gloves. Soon he came to a crossroads where a fork of lightning signposted his way to the giant’s fort…

The ogre sent his eagle to kill Dewi and the huge bird hovered about the lad preparing to plunge. Dewi was flabbergasted with fear and put out his hand to protect his face when-wonder of all wonders- a sword appeared in his hand with the eagle’s heart at its tip.

Dewi walked on, protected by the power of his gloves, until he saw an oak tree. Perched on the peak was a witch who was in cahoots with the giant. She was a real sight for sore eyes with a face enough to stop a sundial. As she muttered some mumbo-jumbo mailice. Dewi’s hand was fed with a sling and golden ball and the witch fell down dead from the tree.

Dewi continued his crusade till he spied a huge castle topping a hill. Closeby, a blackbird was singing in a tree and because Dewi donned the white gloves the bird tongue wasn’t double dutch to him. The bird told Dewi to knock three times on the bough and the tree would open.

The King was overjoyed when Dewi returned Ellen to him and said: “I am burdened with the weight of age. Take my daughter as your Queen and rule my kingdom with wisdom and justice”.

With that the King took off his crown and placed it on Dewi’s head, where it fitted like a glove.

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