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"On the Kerver!" cried Yvon, as soon as he saw himself in the country. "Explain yourself, dear Finette; what farce are we playing now?" "Let us run let us run!" she cried; "if we do not quit this wretched island before night, it is all over with us." "On the Kerver!" replied Yvon, laughing, "and down with the giant!"
Like all men, the steward did himself justice, and knew, at the bottom of his heart, that there was not a woman in the world that would not be too happy to give him her hand. Without hesitating, therefore, he declared to Finette that he had come to marry her. The young girl burst out laughing, upon which the steward flew into a passion. "Take care!" said he, in a terrible voice.
Do your task; and, above all things, don't prowl about the house or I will cut off your head." Yvon winked his eye as the giant left. "Yes, you are a good master," said he, between his teeth. "I understand your tricks; but, in spite of your threats, I shall go into the house and talk with your Finette. It remains to be seen whether she will not be more mine than yours."
"Nevertheless," said he, "if you do not like my person, I have another parchment here on which I will write an agreement to live apart; and if my sight annoys you you have only to shut your eyes." "Why," said Finette, "I might decide to do as you wish if I were sure of finding a good husband in you; but I am afraid."
The house gleamed in the moonlight, among the trees, like a star in the night. When Finette had milked the cow and drank a little new milk, she threw herself on the bed without undressing, and, worn out by the fatigue of the day, fell asleep in the midst of her tears. Old women do not know how to hold their tongues, at least in Brittany.
Finette took no other vengeance on them; her only desire was to render all happy around her, far and near, who belonged to the noble house of Kerver. Her memory still lives in Brittany; and among the ruins of the old castle, any one will show you the statue of the good lady, with five bullets in her hand. The Castle of Life
He stood with his arms folded, gazing at Finette in a way that chilled the very marrow of her bones. "What is your name, vassal?" said he, in a voice of thunder. "Finette, at your service, my lord," replied she, trembling. "Is this house and furniture yours?" "Yes, my lord, everything, at your service." "I mean that it shall be at my service," returned the seneschal, sternly. "Rise, vassal!
Half an hour's walk would bring him in sight of the towers of the old castle. His heart beat; he looked tenderly at Finette and saw, for the first time, that her dress was fantastic and unworthy of a woman about to enter the noble house of Kerver. "My dear child," said he, "the baron, my father, is a noble lord, accustomed to be treated with respect.
"Yvon, Yvon," cried Finette, "do not quit me, I beg you. Once returned to your castle, I know that you will forget me." "Forget you!" exclaimed Yvon. "If any one else were to offer me such an insult I would teach him with my sword to suspect a Kerver. Forget you, my Finette! You do not know the fidelity of a Breton."
Evening was approaching when Finette sent away her new friend, advising him to sweep the stable before the giant came home. Yvon took down the fork and attempted to use it as he had seen it done at his father's castle. He soon had enough of it. In less than a second there was so much dung in the stable that the poor boy knew not which way to turn.
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