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When her father asked her if the offer suited her, she replied, "Yes, father and godmother, provided that Sylvestre Ker gives me a gown of cloth of silver embroidered with rubies, like that of the Lady of Lannelar, and that Pol Bihan may be our groomsman."
Josserande, Matheline, and Pol Bihan had just turned from the sunken road which branches towards Plouharnel; and the moon played hide-and-go-seek behind a flock of little clouds that flitted over the sky like lambs. Then a strange thing happened.
"You must be very careful in packing those butterfly cases; the slightest jar might break wings and antennas, you know." Le Bihan shook hands with me and pointed to the great pile of boxes. "They're all cork lined," he said, "but Fortin and I are putting felt around each box. The Entomological Society of Paris pays the freight."
He listened, his eyes bent down, with a frown upon his brow. "You have spoken well," at last he said; "my dear mother will forgive me. I shall remain, and will work at the hour of Matins." "You have decided for the best!" cried Bihan. "Rest easy; I will be with you in case of danger. Open the door of your laboratory. We will work together; I will cling to you like your shadow!"
"Aristide Le Bihan," I said angrily, "and you, Max Fortin, I've got enough of this nonsense! Some foolish lout from Bannalec has been in St. Gildas playing tricks to frighten old fools like you. If you have nothing better to talk about than nursery legends I'll wait until you come to your senses. Good-morning." And I walked out, more disturbed than I cared to acknowledge to myself.
Sylvestre Ker did not move, but looked fixedly upon the floor, and then, as if thinking aloud, murmured, "It will be the first time I have ever caused my dear mother sorrow!" He opened a door, but not that of the laboratory, pushed Pol Bihan outside, and said, "The danger is for myself alone; the gold will be for all.
The Countess whispered: "She has seen the sunbeams slanting through the trees." "Vrai, c’est moi, Anne Le Bihan, qui vous dites cela, mon Capitaine! And, in the Woods of Aulnes the werewolf prowls. I have seen him, gallant gentleman. He walks upright, and, in his head, he has only eyes; no mouth, no teeth, no nostrils, and no hair the Loup-Garou!
I repeated what I had said. Max Fortin turned livid. "My God!" muttered Le Bihan, "the Black Priest is in St. Gildas!" "D-don't you you know the old prophecy?" stammered Fortin; "Froissart quotes it from Jacques Sorgue: "'When the Black Priest rises from the dead, St. Gildas folk shall shriek in bed; When the Black Priest rises from his grave, May the good God St. Gildas save!"
And who was Jacques Sorgue? I never read his book." It was during the crusades." "Good Heavens!" I burst out, "I've been hearing of nothing but crusades and priests and death and sorcery ever since I kicked that skull into the gravel pit, and I am tired of it, I tell you frankly. One would think we lived in the dark ages. Do you know what year of our Lord it is, Le Bihan?"
Not far from her was Matheline du Coat-Dor, bravely attired and very beautiful, but lavishing the pearls of her smiles upon all who sought them, forgetting no one but God; and, close to Matheline, Pol Bihan squared his broad shoulders. Then, even as Satan had given to Sylvestre Ker's sight the power of piercing the walls, so did he permit him to look into the depth of hearts.
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