The Hidden Golden Chair

It is a good many years since Mrs. Mary Jones, Corlanau, Llandinorwig,

Carnarvonshire, told me the following tale. The scene of the story is

the unenclosed mountain between Corlanau, a small farm, and the hamlet,

Rhiwlas. There is still current in those parts a tale of a hidden golden

chair, and Mrs. Jones said that it had once been seen by a young girl,

who might have taken possession of it, but unfortunately she did not do

so, and from that day to this it has not been discovered. The tale is


There was once a beautiful girl, the daughter of poor hardworking

parents, who held a farm on the side of the hill, and their handsome

industrious daughter took care of the sheep. At certain times of the

year she visited the sheep-walk daily, but she never went to the mountain

without her knitting needles, and when looking after the sheep she was

always knitting stockings, and she was so clever with her needles that

she could knit as she walked along. The Fairies who lived in those

mountains noticed this young woman's good qualities. One day, when she

was far from home, watching her father's sheep, she saw before her a most

beautiful golden chair. She went up to it and found that it was so

massive that she could not move it. She knew the Fairy-lore of her

neighbourhood, and she understood that the Fairies had, by revealing the

chair, intended it for her, but there she was on the wild mountain, far

away from home, without anyone near to assist her in carrying it away.

And often had she heard that such treasures were to be taken possession

of at once, or they would disappear for ever. She did not know what to

do, but all at once she thought, if she could by attaching the yarn in

her hand to the chair connect it thus with her home, the chair would be

hers for ever. Acting upon this suggestion she forthwith tied the yarn

to the foot of the chair, and commenced unrolling the ball, walking the

while homewards. But long before she could reach her home the yarn in

the ball was exhausted; she, however, tied it to the yarn in the stocking

which she had been knitting, and again started towards her home, hoping

to reach it before the yarn in the stocking would be finished, but she

was doomed to disappointment, for that gave out before she could arrive

at her father's house. She had nothing else with her to attach to the

yarn. She, however, could now see her home, and she began to shout,

hoping to gain the ear of her parents, but no one appeared. In her

distress she fastened the end of the yarn to a large stone, and ran home

as fast as she could. She told her parents what she had done, and all

three proceeded immediately towards the stone to which the yarn had been

tied, but they failed to discover it. The yarn, too, had disappeared.

They continued a futile search for the golden chair until driven away by

the approaching night. The next day they renewed their search, but all

in vain, for the girl was unable to find the spot where she had first

seen the golden chair. It was believed by everybody that the Fairies had

not only removed the golden chair, but also the yarn and stone to which

the yarn had been attached, but people thought that if the yarn had been

long enough to reach from the chair to the girl's home then the golden

chair would have been hers for ever.

Such is the tale. People believe the golden chair is still hidden away

in the mountain, and that some day or other it will be given to those for

whom it is intended. But it is, they say, no use anyone looking for it,

as it is not to be got by searching, but it will be revealed, as if by

accident, to those fated to possess it.

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