Swan Maidens and Fairy Lovers, Part I

When I was an active storyteller, I loved to tell one of the best known legends of Wales.  It’s found in many collections under various names, most often, “The Bride of Llyn y Fan Fach.”  Variations of this story are found all over the world.  A mortal man marries an Otherworld woman who breaks his heart, but sometimes brings marvelous children into the world.

Llyn y Fan Fach and the Bannau Sir Gaer by Rudi Winter. CC by-SA 2.0

I’ve started to write about this legend on other occasions, discarding drafts that rapidly grew beyond the scope of a blog post or two or three.  What prompted me to begin again was a visit to Barnes & Noble.

Barnes & Noble knows what sells.  An entire row is now filled with “Paranormal Romance.”  The covers feature illustrations of winsome teenage girls.  The genre isn’t new; Charles de Lint, a Canadian author, has written stories like this for thirty years.  The popularity is new, and almost all of today’s novels invert the usual folklore setup, in which a mortal man meets a fairy woman.  Not only that, but the odds of a happy ending in these tales are worse than the chance of hitting a single number at roulette.

The Swan Maiden

The Swan Maiden is the most widespread “mixed marriage” type of folktale.  It is also considered the most primitive, since the Otherworld woman’s native form isn’t human.  Usually it’s a bird.  Swan maiden stories are found all over Europe, as well as the middle east, Russia, India, China, and Japan.  There’s a parallel water buffalo woman story in Africa.  According to one researcher, the motif is 30,000 – 40,000 years old, as shown by a bison-woman cave painting.

In swan maiden tales, a man sees a flock of swans glide to earth at night.  Removing their swan robes, they change into beautiful women who bathe or dance together.  Enamored of one in particular, the man takes her robe so she won’t fly away, and eventually persuades her to marry him. Later they have children.  One day the swan-wife hears her children sing of where her husband has hidden the robe, or they tell their mother when they see her in tears.  The swan maiden puts on her robe and flies away forever, leaving the children with their father.

The Welsh Stories

I have a passion for Celtic stories, and those from Wales in particular, but Celtic fairies seldom give a mortal a break.  They put out a Scottish woman’s eye simply because she could see them.  When Thomas the Rhymer succeeded in pleasing the fairy queen for seven years, what did she give him as a reward?  A tongue that could only speak the truth!  Think about how that would serve you at work.  No mystery about why Thomas never married – “Does this make me look fat?”

In Welsh mixed-marriage tales, a mortal man wins the hand of a fairy wife who agrees to stay with him under certain conditions.  They have children, the husband accidentally breaks a condition, usually by touching his wife with iron, and she leaves.  He never sees her again, though she sometimes slips back to visit her children, whose descendants are beautiful and wise.  Here is the best of these stories:

The Bride of Llyn y Fan Fach

At the end of the 12th century, a young man lived with his mother, a war widow, in Carmarthensire in Wales.  Every day he drove their small flock of cattle to the lonely tarn known as Llyn y Fan Fach.  The cows preferred the grass there to any other pasture.

Llyn y Fan Fach, copyright Stuart Wilding, licensed for reuse CC by-SA

One morning, the man (who isn’t named in the tale) beheld a beautiful woman sitting on the water combing her hair.  All he had to offer was a bit of bread, but he walked to the shore and held it out.  She glided over the water and said, “Hard baked is thy bread.  Hard am I to hold.”  Then she dove under the waves.

Unable to think of anything else but her, he brought unbaked dough the next day.  She appeared at noon, glided to the shore, and said, “Unbaked is thy bread.  I will not have thee.”

The lady combs her hair on the water

The third time, the bread was just right.  The lady gave her assent and her father offered a sizable dowry of cattle, goats, and horses, after the young man agreed to one condition – his wife would leave him if he struck her three blows without cause.

Things went well at first, and they had three sons.  Then one day the couple was to attend a christening.  The lady delayed getting ready.  She sent her husband back to the house for her gloves, saying she would saddle the horse.  When she didn’t do so, the young man playfully tapped her on the shoulder with the gloves.  “Not ready yet?”

“Be more careful,” she said.  “For you have just struck the first blow without cause.”  [This incident echoes other stories where the husband touches his fairy wife with an iron bit while bridling a horse, but that detail is missing here.]

A few years later, at a wedding, the wife burst into tears.  The husband tapped her shoulder and asked why she wept.  “I weep for this couple who are now entering trouble,” she said.  “Be careful, my love, for your trouble draws closer.  That was the second blow without cause.”

The man stayed vigilant, and things went well for several more years.  Then one day his wife burst into laughter at a funeral.  He tapped her on the shoulder again and asked why she laughed.  “I laugh because this man has left a world full of trouble,” she said.  “But now your trouble is here.  Farewell, my husband.  You have just struck the third blow without cause.”

Ignoring his protests, she marched to the lake, and all her father’s animals followed.  A pair of oxen dragged a plow six miles to the lake, and the furrows can be seen to this day.  Of the unfortunate husband, we know nothing more.  Longing for their mother, the three sons went to the lake at night and she appeared.  “You are to be of help to the world,” she said.  “I shall instruct you in the arts of medicine.  You and your descendants will be great and skillful physicians.  Whenever you need my advice, I will appear.”

In time, they became the personal physicians of the Prince of South Wales.  The legend of the Bride of Llyn y Fan Fach comes from a book called The Physicians of Myddvai, 1861, by a Welsh printer named Rees.  The Welsh Historical Society has herbal recipes attributed to the lake woman’s descendants, and the last of the line, Dr. C. Rice Williams lived into the 1890’s.


What do we make of a story like this?  First, we can recall Marie-Louise Von Franz’s comparison of myth and folklore. The great myths and legends tend to be more polished.  Their plots are coherent enough to satisfy modern demands.  In contrast, folktales are more primal and more opaque.

One unique feature of this tale is the specificity of location and the lake lady’s descendants.  Greek families traced their ancestry to the heroes of Troy, and my mother had a coat of arms dating back to the Normal Conquest.  A similar dynamic is one explanation for the unique segue of this fairy tale into history.

The real mystery for me has always been, why is the husband is doomed from the start?  Who would count a shoulder tap as a “blow?”  Why do mortals never win when they give themselves to Otherworld lovers?

I’ve asked myself why since the day I found a book of local fairytales in a used bookstore in Wales on a visit 20 years ago.  Though I don’t have certain answers, I have some thoughts which I will offer next time.  Meanwhile, does anyone else have any ideas?  Why would the girl’s father set an impossible condition, and why would she actually leave over such a minor slight when the text says she really loves her husband?  I welcome any suggestions you may have.

11 thoughts on “Swan Maidens and Fairy Lovers, Part I

  1. Perhaps the Celts tell these tales of ephemeral harmony with nature as a reminder that mortals must live with unfairness and that abrupt change is nearly all you can be sure will happen to your world.

    Looking forward to your answer!


  2. I’d never heard the swan stories – but this is so like the Irish selkie story (one version of which appears in the film “Roan Inish.”)
    In the Irish version, the seal-woman’s seal coat is hidden by her husband until one day she finds it and goes back out into the sea. It’s so fascinating how these stories have a common thread no matter where they turn up!


      • My first thought when I saw your title was that you would tell the Irish story Children of Lir. A King’s children are turned into swans for 900 years by a jealous stepmother. She couldn’t kill them outright, but she could condemn them to swan form until they heard a bell rung for a new god. St. Patrick brought Christianity to Ireland, and the rest is legend. (The first part is absolutely true, however. I heard it several times while visiting Galway, where the swans lived, so as my students say, tru fax.)
        I like birth of religion stories, for some reason. They are so very improbable.


      • I’ve also heard that Oisin passed into the west, to Tir na Nog, with Niamh, a fairy woman. After what seemed to him like three years, he asked to visit Ireland again. Reluctantly, Niamh gave into his request. In truth, 300 years had gone by in the mortal lands, and no one knew him. Sadly, he turned to go home, but reached down to help a farmer who was trying to move a boulder from his field, for the men in those times had grown small and puny.

        Unfortunately, the saddle girth broke, and Oisin fell. The moment he touched Irish soil, those 300 years fell upon him. Men carried him to a nearby monastery where St. Patrick sat with the ancient hero, and listened to the tales of old Ireland and the Fenian men.

        I had forgotten that story, but there is one where a mortal man doesn’t do too badly with an Otherworld lover. He got to spend three years – or three hundred – in the land of the ever-young, and though mortality is the fate of mortals, his story is told to this day, thanks to St. Patrick.


  3. I just love your posts about fairy tales and myths. I’ve never spent much time with them, but I always want to after reading your posts. Your passion shines through.


    • Thanks for your comments, and the link. In reading of the swan maiden’s robe, I was reminded of a number of other tales of marriages of mortals and otherworldly beings, which almost never work out for the human partner. One of my all time favorites is a Welsh story, called “The Lady of the Lake,” or “The Bride of Llyn y Fan Fach.” A mortal man wins a bride from the depths of a deep lake, with the condition that she will leave forever if he gives her “three blows without cause.”

      Of course in time he does, for a tap on the shoulder counts as a blow. This has the interesting feature that the Lady of the Lake came back at night to teach her three grown sons healing arts, and the clan of healers, “the physicians of Myddfai” were renowned through the country for hundreds of years. The Welsh historical society has a book of remedies from the last of this line, who passed in the 18th century. So here we have a an origin story of a great family of healers, melded with the theme that the otherworld and its inhabitants are perilous to humans. I always think of T.S. Eliot’s line, “human kind cannot bear very much reality.”

      Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for your comments. Your sculpture project sounds great!

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