The hunting party killed three or four wolves, and about two hours
before the word passed for returning home, Llewellyn missed Gelert,
and he asked his huntsmen:

"Where's Gelert? I don't see him."

"Well, indeed, master, I've missed him this half-hour."

And Llewellyn blew his horn, but no Gelert came at the sound.

Indeed, Gelert had got on to a wolves' track which led to the house.

The prince sounded the return, and they went home, the prince
lamenting Gelert. "He's sure to have been slain--he's sure to have
been slain! since he did not answer the horn. Oh, my Gelert!" And
they approached the house, and the prince went into the house, and
saw Gelert lying by the overturned cradle, and blood all about the
room.

"What! hast thou slain my child?" said the prince, and ran his sword
through the dog.

After that he lifted up the cradle to look for his child, and found
the body of a big wolf underneath that Gelert had slain, and his
child was safe. Gelert had capsized the cradle in the scuffle.

"Oh, Gelert! Oh, Gelert!" said the prince, "my favourite hound, my
favourite hound! Thou hast been slain by thy master's hand, and in
death thou hast licked thy master's hand!" He patted the dog, but it
was too late, and poor Gelert died licking his master's hand.