Afagddu, Prophet of Darkness

I. The Dark Son

Afagddu, ‘Utter Darkness’, is a minor figure in Welsh mythology whose significance has not been recognised because he was pushed out of the way by Gwion Bach, who became the celebrated bard, Taliesin.

Afagddu’s mother is Ceridwen. She and God are called on interchangeably as the ultimate source of awen, divine inspiration, by the medieval bards. This suggests she is the greatest of the Brythonic deities, the Great Goddess closest to a creator God, Old Mother Universe, the creatrix and destructrix from which all life is born and to whom it returns at the moment of death.

If this is the case, then surely her son, Afagddu, should hold a greater position within Brythonic tradition? Why is his story shoved aside like a dirty secret? Why is his name not better known?

I believe this is partly due to his hideous apparel. In Elis Gruffudd’s recording of ‘The Story of Taliesin’ we are told his ‘looks, shape and carriage were extraordinarily odious’. Firstly they named him Morfran, ‘Great Crow’ or ‘Sea Raven’ but ended up calling him Afagddu ‘Utter Darkness’ ‘on account of his gloomy appearance’. John Jones’ redaction describes him as ‘the most ill-favoured man in the world’ and compares him to his sister, Creirwy, ‘Living Treasure’, ‘the fairest maiden in the world’.

Afagddu’s ancestry goes some way to explaining his looks. Ceridwen’s name can be translated as ‘crooked wife’ (from cwrr, ‘crooked’, and fen, ‘wife’) and ‘fair and loved’ (from cerid, ‘love’ and wen, ‘fair’). Perhaps because she is both crooked and fair she gave birth to crooked and fair children. Afagddu’s father is Tegid Foel, ‘the Bald’, whose patrimony is Llyn Tegid. Tegid’s baldness, along with his rulership of a lake rather than a human kingdom, suggest he is a monstrous water deity.

Unfortunately for Afagddu he was born ‘in the days when Arthur started to rule’ – a period when Christianity was the religion of warrior elites who built their status through the repression of the gods, monsters, ancestral animals, and witches of the ancient British pagan traditions. Ceridwen was allegedly keen for Afagddu to ‘win acceptance amongst the nobility.’ It’s my suspicion this was the addition of a Christian interculator who was either ignorant of Ceridwen’s identity as a goddess or purposefully erased it. At some point she was reduced to a ‘magician’ and Tegid to a ‘nobleman’.

II. The Spirit of Prophecy

In Gruffudd’s recording, after realising that Afagddu will not be recognised for his looks, Ceridwen decided instead to ‘make him full of the spirit of prophecy and a great prognosticator of the world to come.’ The link between his ‘ugliness’ and being chosen for a prophetic vocation may date back to traditions of pagan Britain wherein differences were celebrated and revered rather than despised.

After ‘labouring long in her arts’ Ceridwen discovered a way of achieving prophetic knowledge by choosing certain herbs on certain hours and days and brewing them in a cauldron for a year and a day. Resultingly ‘three drops containing all the virtues of the multitude of herbs would spring forth; on whatever man they fell… he would be extraordinarily learned and full of the spirit of prophecy.’

Interestingly, in John Jones’ version, Ceridwen learnt to ‘boil a cauldron of awen’ from the book of the Fferyllt, ‘Alchemists’, and books of astrology. We find a steady shift from a pagan standpoint where Ceridwen was the omniscient mother of the stars and planets and herbs and well aware of their motions and qualities, to her working hard at her art, to her learning it from the books of human mages.

In both variants Ceridwen made the fatal mistake of recruiting a young man called Gwion Bach to stir the cauldron. In Gruffudd’s, after a year and a day had passed, she stationed Afagddu beside the vessel to receive the drops on the allotted hour then… fell asleep!!! When the trio sprang forth, Gwion shoved Afagddu out of the way and received their blessings. In Jones’s, ‘three drops of liquid accidentally leapt from the cauldron onto the thumb of Gwion Bach; lest he be burnt, he thrust the digit into his mouth.’ In the former Gwion was an active thief and in the latter an innocent bystander.

From 'The Story of Taliesin' on Sacred Texts

In both retellings the cauldron shattered and the remains of the brew spilled out and poisoned the land. Ceridwen was, understandably, furious. After finding out what happened from Afagddu she chased Gwion through a variety of shapes (he fled as hare, she pursued as a greyhound, he leapt into a river as a salmon and she dived as an otter, he took flight as a bird and she followed as a hawk) before he became a grain of wheat and she became a black hen and swallowed him whole.

For Afagddu her reaction was too late. Pushed aside by Gwion, who was reborn all-knowing and shiny-browed to take centre stage as Taliesin, erased from the story, he fell into utter darkness. We never find out how he felt or reacted to the theft of the awen. Imagining our own emotions we can assume he was disappointed, angry, jealous, bitter, consumed by wrath. Bereft of the spirit of prophecy, abandoned by his mother in a poisoned land, disparaged by the nobility, Afagddu chose another path.

III. The Man With Stag’s Hairs

From other texts we learn ‘Morfran son of Tegid’ became a fearsome warrior. In The Triads of the Island of Britain, Triad 24, he is listed with Gilbert son of Cadgyffro and Gwgawn Red-Sword as one of ‘Three Slaughter-Blocks of the Island of Britain’. Someone who is an ysgymyd aeruaeu, ‘slaughter block’ or ‘chopping block of battles’ ‘holds his ground firmly… in spite of the enemy’s blows’.

Morfran son of Tegid appears in the court list in Culhwch and Olwen:‘no-one wounded him at the battle of Camlan because of his ugliness. Everyone thought he was an attendant demon; he had hair on him like a stag.’ He is compared, this time, with ‘Sanddef Pryd Angel angel-face – no-one wounded him at the battle of Camlan because of his beauty. Everyone supposed he was an attendant angel.’

Morfran is still clearly despised. The reference to him having ‘stag’s hair’ connects him with other warriors who became wyllt ‘mad’ or ‘wild’ in battle and took the forms of wild animals. In The Gododdin combatants are described as ‘bull of an army’, ‘wolf in fury’, ‘terrible bear’ and ‘celebrated stag’.

He shares a kinship with the shapeshifters who Arthur captured and forced to join his hunt for Twrch Trwyth ‘King of Boars’. These include Rhymi who took ‘the form of a she-wolf’ and gwyllon such as Cynedyr Wyllt who was ‘nine times wilder than the wildest beast’. Whether Afagddu fought on Arthur’s side freely or was coerced remains uncertain. Whatever the case his description suggests he became wyllt and battled in a stag-like guise.

The comparison of Morfran to an ‘attendant demon’ is evocative of the ‘devils of Annwn’ led by Gwyn ap Nudd, a pagan god, who gathers the souls of the dead from the battlefield. Gwyn’s epithet is ‘Bull of Battle’ and he has ‘horns on his head’. His host, members of his ‘Wild Hunt’, are part animal.

The evocation of attendant demons and angels gathering souls from the battlefield presents us with a vivid depiction of the conflict between paganism and Christianity. Morfran is placed on the side of Gwyn.

IV. The Bird of Wrath

We find further evidence of Morfran/Afagddu’s connections with battlefield demons in ‘The Death Song of Uther Pendragon’ in The Book of Taliesin. Uncannily the celebrated bard channels Uther’s voice:

I broke a hundred forts.
I slew a hundred stewards.
I bestowed a hundred mantles.
I cut off a hundred heads.

Later lines refer to Afagddu:

The unskillful
May he be possessed by the ravens and eagle and bird of wrath.
Avagddu came to him with his equal,
When the bands of four men feed between two plains.

These lines are obtuse and require unpacking. Firstly we find a reference to an unskillful warrior who Taliesin-as-Uther calls for to be ‘possessed by the ravens and eagle and bird of wrath’. This seems, again, to be evoking the tradition of shapeshifting wherein warriors were possessed by a bird or animal.

The ‘bird of wrath’ is Morfran/Afagddu; he appears in the next line and Morfran means ‘Great Crow’ or ‘Sea Raven’, a name for a cormorant. His approach with his ‘equal’ refers to his bird-form.

The final line is the most difficult to comprehend. Its reference to bands of four men feeding is suggestive of bird-like or animal-like behaviour. In the context of the poem I believe it refers to men-in-bird-form feeding on the corpses of the dead on a battlefield ‘between two plains’.

References to corpse-eating birds are prevalent throughout medieval Welsh literature. Gwenddolau owns two birds: ‘two corpses of the Cymry they ate for dinner, and two for their supper’. The Eagle of Pengwern is ‘greedy for the flesh of Cynddylan’. Gwyn’s ravens ‘croak over gore’. In Rhonabwy’s Dream, Owain’s warband, who are described as ravens, not only kill Arthur’s army but carry off their heads, eyes, ears, and arms. The Papil Stone depicts two bird-headed men bearing a human head between their long beaks, which make them look more like cormorants than carrion birds.

The image of men-as-birds feeding on the dead is a horrific one and perhaps portrays fearful superstitions about warriors who become wyllt. These may not be entirely ungrounded. Bones bearing human teeth marks from Gough’s cave show some of the early Britons practiced cannibalism. In Culhwch and Olwen, Gwyn forced Cyledyr to eat his father’s heart, making him wyllt.

The evidence suggests Afagddu not only partook in the slaughter at numerous battles but may also have joined the birds who feasted on the corpses of the dead. His name became a self-fulfilling prophecy. Driven over the edge by losing the awen he lost himself in war and surrendered to utter darkness.

V. A Night of Unordinary Darkness

Afagddu’s name is derived from y faggdu, ‘a night of unordinary darkness’. What happened to him after he was seen at Camlan amongst the battlefield demons remains unknown. If, as I have surmised, he killed other men and ate their flesh, we can guess he descended traumatised into a long dark night.

That most famous of the gwyllon, Myrddin Wyllt, slew his sister’s son and daughter whilst battle-mad. After the Battle of Arfderydd he witnessed Gwyn and his host arriving to gather the souls of the dead. One of Gwyn’s spirits tore him out of himself and assigned him to the forest of Celyddon where he recovered from trauma, guilt, and grief and learnt the arts of poetry and prophecy.

Is it possible Afagddu also made a recovery and became a poet and prophet? Lines from ‘The Hostile Confederacy’, from The Book of Taliesin, suggest he did:

Until death it shall be obscure –
Afagddu’s declamation:
skilfully he brought forth
speech in metre.

Here we find references to the obscurity of his prophetic speech and to his mastery of poetic metre. Afagddu has become a poet-prophet. How he won his awen and became filled with the spirit of prophecy remains obscure as his declamation. I have only my own experiences and intuitions to go on.

Three years ago, during a conversation with Gwyn, I was transported into ‘The Story of Taliesin’. I found myself in Afagddu’s shoes, watching as the cauldron shattered and the contents spilled out, poisoning the streams and rivers, killing Gwyddno Garanhir’s horses and other animals and birds. I walked with Afagddu as he attempted to comfort the dying. Since then I have been inspired to write about him visiting other areas polluted by man-made disasters, helping those affected, cleaning up the land.

Whereas Myrddin found healing in the forest of Celyddon, Afagddu found it in the darkest of places. Perhaps undoing the damage caused by his mother’s cauldron is his way of making reparations, not only for the toxic effects of her attempt to brew the awen for him, but for his own atrocities.

Afagddu’s awen arises from nights of darkness and poisoning and death in which he sees his own nature reflected. They have their own poetry, which seems ugly to an Arthurian eye, but less so from an Annuvian perspective that embraces what our society derides as hideous as poetic and prophetic.

Afagddu’s story is not without happiness. He owns a horse, ‘Silver-White, Proud and Fair’, one of ‘Three Beloved Horses of the Island of Britain’. Her fairness speaks of faerie/Annuvian qualities. I believe she was a gift from Annwn, from Gwyn, in return for his help with the dead and dying lands. She represents his awen, galloping silver-white, proud and fair, from the longest and darkest of nights.


A.O.H. Jarman (transl.), Aneirin – Gododdin, (Gomer Press, 1998)
Charlotte Guest, The Mabinogion, (1877)
Kristoffer Hughes, From the Cauldron Born, (Llewellyn, 2013)
Marged Haycock, Legendary Poems from the Book of Taliesin, (CMCS, 2007)
Patrick Ford, Mabinogi and Other Welsh Tales, (University of California Press, 2008)
Rachel Bromwich (ed), The Triads of the Island of Britain, (University of Wales Press, 2014)
William F. Skene (transl), The Four Ancient Books of Wales, (Forgotten Books 2007)

15 thoughts on “Afagddu, Prophet of Darkness

  1. simonhlilly says:

    Excellent! A multi-level feast, as usual.
    Afagddu’s declaration is only understood after death, suggesting the ‘utter darkness’ might be a state of non-personal pre-existent being, ugly because it is of essence non-human in its power and presence. It is also voiceless ( which is why Ceridwen wants to ferment the experience of the physical ( plants) into a form that can translate into language the untranslateable. To give the Void a voice. A little Vedic, perhaps. But the burst cauldron poisoning the land ( as well as being the warning of desire for power), reminds me of the ‘churning of the ocean of amrit’ by the gods and demons that does not go according to plan and threatens to destroy the universe until Rudra/Siva agrees to swallow all the poison, hence his blue throat.
    Afagddu seems to be the deepest part of the mind, psychic incubation, Gwion the smart-ass conscious mind thst steals ‘language’ but can only become prophetically resonant by being utterly consumed again by the incubating black hen and is redeemed as Taliesin (who can balance the arrogance of language with the knowledge of universal experience beyond the human.)
    As usual, each character seems to exist as universal, mythic, archetypal, historical and allegorical. Ceridwen, falling asleep, has dreamed it all.

    • lornasmithers says:

      Oh how interesting! The devas (gods) and asuras (demons) not only churned the ocean of milk but threw in herbs like Ceridwen. The poison was called ‘halahala’ ‘black mass’ or ‘time puzzle’. That connects so well with Afagddu ‘Utter Darkness’ and him being associated with black matter/the prima materia. It was ‘the most vicious and venomous poison in the universe’. When it started killing everything Shiva swallowed it, but his wife, Parvarti, stopped it in his throat and that is why he is called Viṣakaṇṭha ‘the one who held poison in his throat’ or Nīlakaṇṭha ‘the one with a blue throat’. There’s a saying ‘before one can get Amrit, one must drink poison.’ Amrit seems to be similar to awen. I wonder whether Afagddu drank poison before he got his awen?

      • simonhlilly says:

        Amrit/Soma/Agni have some interesting parallels with eloquence/ exhilaration/bliss/awen. Both Vedic and Celtic societies prioritise the power of Speech (vac) , truth (ritam) and being drunk on reciitation. ( and both were hierarchical and warrior-based with bard/rishi/pandit/druid class as the ceremonial and social arbiters.). One can assume that if the training led to similar states of awareness, these will be represented in imagery that suggest a parallel experience.

  2. singinghead says:

    I like your exploration very much. I wonder about connections with the Cauldron of Bran – maybe Afagddu is linked to the formless darkness in the cauldron from which the dead return without voice, the cauldron in which Ceridwen (or Cymidei Kymeinvoll in Branwen) cook up the dead into new forms?

    • lornasmithers says:

      I hadn’t thought of linking Afagddu’s earlier voicelessness to the voiceless dead before. That’s certainly something to think on. There’s certainly some connection between the formless darkness before form and speech and Afagddu not cohering to a set form and being speechless for a while.

  3. Nimue Brown says:

    I’ve been wondering about some of this too, recently. whether Morfran might be black. Whether the fen wife and the lake god, with their heron and cormorant child might be old nature spirits being usurped by the awen-stealing bard. Could the poison be a reaction to the magic having gone where it was not meant to go?

    • lornasmithers says:

      I think that’s possible, particularly considering both that the very ancient Britons like Cheddar man were black and that Britain was very multicultural with lots of oversea trade then the Romans bringing soldiers over such as Moors and Samartians. I’m not too sure why, like with the white Jesus, we’ve got into the habit of also giving all the characters from our old British stories white faces.

      Yes I do think Ceridwen and Tegid were thrust into the background by Taliesin. In the Grufudd story Ceridwen knows that the three drops will inspire and the rest will turn to poison beforehand, so this seems to be an essential condition of the spell, which does make you question her ethics. This is less obvious in the John Jones version.

  4. Blodeuwedd says:

    As you know I have recently (and much less fluently) written about the story of Taliesin from the perspective of Afagddu. I read this with joy and interest. Thank you so much! I was unaware of the version of the story where Gwion pushed Afagddu out of the way…a whole new perspective.
    Thank you so much!

  5. Greg says:

    It’s interesting to compare the extant versions of the Taliesin story ( and to remember that Elis Gruffydd says it was widely known in Wales in the 16th century so there would have been other versions which did not survived in written form). That the John Jones and the Elis Gruffydd versions set the discovery of Taliesin in different locations each with its own inundation legend is also significant.

    Your focus here on Afagddu reminds me of the many different ways in which the beauty of poetry is said to arise from strangeness or ugliness in the original poet who is then transformed. Amairgen in the Irish tradition begins life as a hideous creature likened to a demon but is ‘reborn’ in his poetic vocation. Ford compares Amairgen’s sister to Ceridwen and also sees the Gwion/Afagddu pairing as a substitution (one becoming the other). One of the many suggested derivations of Ceridwen’s name is that – like Creirwy – it’s root is in ‘cred’ (belief) and that the two sisters are an etymological pair in respect of their names – ‘woman who is believed in’ – and so reflect two appearances of one character. Marged Haycock considers the possibility that Afagddu is Taliesin’s son (in the note to line 9 of Cadair Ceridwen in The Book of Taliesin) and that the later story confused the speaker in the poem and also conflated Afagddu with Morfran about whom separate stories exist). The story of the ‘Spirit of Poetry’ in Cormac’s Glossary, where a hideous and misshapen boy crawling with lice becomes a radiant figure of beauty, and the story included in that narrative of a lost female poet who is discovered and regains her former bearing and status, seems to present in parallel male and female versions of the same motif. There are also parallels with Finn sucking his finger after cooking the salmon for his master and gaining the poetic knowledge his master sought. All these stories seem at times to be morphing into each other.

    The narratives of animal figures you cite, I think, reflect the fact that earlier deities took these shapes, although we have inherited the humanised forms of them from the Greek and Roman influences on the Celts and others to represent the deities, even those with specific animal attributes or associations, in human form. Perhaps the original animal natures of some of them survive in these stories.

    Stir the Cauldron and you never know what will come to the surface!

    • lornasmithers says:

      Thanks for brining all these similar stories together in relation to Afagddu’s. I really liked the story of the spirit of prophecy turning up misshapen and swarming with lice until… of course… he became beautiful! At the moment I’m trying to put into question the notion that the dark, the formless, the ugly, is only of value when transformed into something ‘beautiful’. For me that acquiesces took much with the Arthurian world view. I wonder how this can be undone/reversed? Probably only through new stories…

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