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Next he sewed roughly together some bits of cloth to serve as a pocket, and this he filled with glue and lark's feathers, a string of beads, a whistle of elder wood, and a slice of bread rubbed over with bacon fat. Then he went out to the path down which Rogear, his mare, and the colt always rode, and crumbled the bread on one side of it.
At the sight of Peronnik he uttered a piercing scream, and raised his sword, but without appearing surprised the youth only lifted his cap, though he took care to remain at a little distance. 'Do not be alarmed, my prince, said Peronnik, 'I am just on my way to Kerglas, as the noble Rogéar has begged me to come to him on business.
'And to whom do these wonders belong? asked Peronnik in amazement. 'To a magician named Rogéar who lives in the castle, answered the woman. 'Every day he passes along here, mounted on a black mare, with a colt thirteen months old trotting behind. But no one dares to attack him, as he always carries his lance.
'To bring you two gifts which he has just received from the country of the Moors, answered Peronnik: 'the apple of delight and the woman of submission. If you eat the apple you will not desire anything else, and if you take the woman as your servant you will never wish for another. 'Well, give me the apple, and bid the woman get down, answered Rogéar.
'And what is your business at Kerglas? asked the lion with a growl, and showing his teeth. 'With all respect, answered Peronnik, pretending to be very frightened, 'I am the servant of a lady who is a friend of the noble Rogear and sends him some larks for a pasty. 'Larks? cried the lion, licking his long whiskers. 'Why, it must be a century since I have had any!
He had gone some distance into the trees, after a naughty black cow which gave him more trouble than all the rest, when he heard the noise of horse's feet, and peeping through the leaves he beheld the giant Rogéar seated on his mare, with the colt trotting behind.
He had gone some distance into the trees, after a naughty black cow which gave him more trouble than all the rest, when he heard the noise of horse's feet, and peeping through the leaves he beheld the giant Rogear seated on his mare, with the colt trotting behind.
'To bring you two gifts which he has just received from the country of the Moors, answered Peronnik: 'the apple of delight and the woman of submission. If you eat the apple you will not desire anything else, and if you take the woman as your servant you will never wish for another. 'Well, give me the apple, and bid the woman get down, answered Rogear.
'And what is your business at Kerglas? asked the lion with a growl, and showing his teeth. 'With all respect, answered Peronnik, pretending to be very frightened, 'I am the servant of a lady who is a friend of the noble Rogéar and sends him some larks for a pasty. 'Larks? cried the lion, licking his long whiskers. 'Why, it must be a century since I have had any!
'And to whom do these wonders belong? asked Peronnik in amazement. 'To a magician named Rogear who lives in the castle, answered the woman. 'Every day he passes along here, mounted on a black mare, with a colt thirteen months old trotting behind. But no one dares to attack him, as he always carries his lance.