Brewery Of Eggshells

: Celtic Folk And Fairy Tales

In Treneglwys there is a certain shepherd's cot known by the name of

Twt y Cymrws because of the strange strife that occurred there. There

once lived there a man and his wife, and they had twins whom the woman

nursed tenderly. One day she was called away to the house of a

neighbour at some distance. She did not much like going and leaving

her little ones all alone in a solitary house, especially as she had

heard tell o
the good folk haunting the neighbourhood.



Well, she went and came back as soon as she could, but on her way back

she was frightened to see some old elves of the blue petticoat

crossing her path though it was midday. She rushed home, but found her

two little ones in the cradle and everything seemed as it was before.



But after a time the good people began to suspect that something was

wrong, for the twins didn't grow at all.



The man said: "They're not ours."



The woman said: "Whose else should they be?"



And so arose the great strife so that the neighbours named the cottage

after it. It made the woman very sad, so one evening she made up her

mind to go and see the Wise Man of Llanidloes, for he knew everything

and would advise her what to do.



So she went to Llanidloes and told the case to the Wise Man. Now there

was soon to be a harvest of rye and oats, so the Wise Man said to her,

"When you are getting dinner for the reapers, clear out the shell of a

hen's egg and boil some pottage in it, and then take it to the door as

if you meant it as a dinner for the reapers. Then listen if the twins

say anything. If you hear them speaking of things beyond the

understanding of children, go back and take them up and throw them

into the waters of Lake Elvyn. But if you don't hear anything

remarkable, do them no injury."



So when the day of the reap came the woman did all that the Wise Man

ordered, and put the eggshell on the fire and took it off and carried

it to the door, and there she stood and listened. Then she heard one

of the children say to the other:



Acorn before oak I knew,

An egg before a hen,

But I never heard of an eggshell brew

A dinner for harvest men.



So she went back into the house, seized the children and threw them

into the Llyn, and the goblins in their blue trousers came and saved

their dwarfs and the mother had her own children back and so the great

strife ended.



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