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He could not have been prouder of his three sons Guilhern the field-laborer, Michael the armorer, and Albinik the mariner; or of his daughter Hena, the Virgin of the Isle of Sen a now deserted island that, at this moment, looking out at the window, I see yonder, far away, almost in the open sea, veiled in mist. No!
But before starting, and so as to give you strength, you shall presently drink to the victor with good wine of Gaul," and turning to his son: "Guilhern, fetch in the little keg of white wine from Beziers that your brother Albinik brought us on his last trip; fill up the cup in honor of the traveler." When that was done, Joel said to Julyan and Armel: "Now, boys, fall to with your sabres!"
"I am sure she will have her grandmother's valor in the same degree that she is endowed with her beauty." Henory, the child's mother blushed with joy at these words and said smiling to Mamm' Margarid: "I dare not blame Guilhern for having interrupted you; it brought on the pretty compliment."
He found at every step mementos of his ancestors the wide field on which his ancestor and his two sons, Guilhern and Mikael, indulged in the virile exercises of the mahrek-ha-droad still spread before his eyes; the living spring, at the edge of which Sylvest and Syomara had in their infantine games built their little hut to protect themselves from the heat of the sun, still babbled along its course.
Joel and Margarid, their three sons, Guilhern, Albinik and Mikael, Guilhern's wife and little children all of whom so dearly loved Hena, all her relatives and all the members of her tribe held one another in a close embrace, and said to one another: "There is Hena.... There is our Hena!"
Hena then took from her copper belt the little gold sickle and crescent that hung from it. She tendered the former to Guilhern the laborer, the second to Albinik the mariner, and taking a ring from her finger she gave it to Mikael the armorer, saying to the three: "I wish my brothers to preserve these keepsakes out of love for their sister Hena."
The two stepped into one of the chambers of the house. On a table lay a small iron coffer, the gift of Victoria the Great to Schanvoch. Kervan took from the coffer the gold sickle of Hena, the Virgin of the Isle of Sen, the little brass bell left by Guilhern, Sylvest's iron collar, Genevieve's silver cross and the casque's lark of Victoria the Great.
The chariot was slowly climbing up the hill of Craig'h at a place where that mountainous road is narrowed between two rocks, and from where the sea is seen at a distance, and still farther away the Isle of Sen the mysterious and sacred isle. "Father," Guilhern said to Joel, "look down there below on the flank of the hill. There is a rider coming this way.
Do you inscribe the principal events of your life and your family's; hand the account over to your son, that he may do as you, and thus on, forever generation after generation. Do you swear to me, by Hesus, to respect my wishes?" I, Guilhern the laborer, answered: "I swear to my father Joel, the brenn of the tribe of Karnak, that I will faithfully carry out his desires."
"Did I not tell you, friend," said Joel, "that Syomara, Margarid's grandmother, was the peer of your Gallic woman of the Rhine?" "And must not the noble name bring good luck to my daughter!" added Guilhern tenderly kissing the blonde head of the child. "That powerful and chaste story is worthy of the lips that told it," said the stranger.
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