In days of Knights, Kings and Feats. In rolling emerald hills
east of the Sea, a pre-historic Dragon was entranced to dream
in deepest sleep by Wizards' wands and Owl's night songs
whilst he drank at Llyn Ogwen's crystal copper shores.

The Wizard thought he ought to keep the Dragon warm in
Slumber, so called up the wind, ice and thunder to form a
comfy fell-side cover. His striking tail became a foundation
frame for cliffs and fords to base their shape, and his face
was kindly laid with grace at the bottom of the water.