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If, on the contrary, you carry the fleet to harbor safely, the general will overwhelm you with gifts. You will then give the most happy mortals cause for envy." "Caesar shall be satisfied," answered Albinik. Followed by the soldier with the axe, he and Meroë went up into the galley Pretoria which was to lead the fleet.
"Arrived at Vannes in the morning, arrested, judged, and punished almost immediately, and then driven from the Gallic camp, I could not learn the decisions of the council which was held the previous evening," promptly answered Albinik. "But the situation was grave, for the women were called to the council; it lasted from sun-down to dawn.
"Poor laborers; they lived so long, happy on this land of their fathers: on this land made fertile by the labor of so many generations! Poor workmen; they found plenty in their rude trades! Oh, the unfortunates! the unfortunates! But one thing equals their great misfortune, and that is their great heroism. Meroë! Meroë!" exclaimed Albinik, "the moon is rising.
That would have been just, I would have undergone it according to the laws of my country, without complaint." "But this wrongful torture," joined in Meroë, "Albinik underwent because the sea wind came up against him. As well punish with death him who cannot see clear in the pitchy night him who cannot darken the light of the sun."
Come, believe me; he who gives his life has nothing to blush for. By the love which I bear you, by the virgin blood of your sister Hena, I have at this moment, I swear to you, the consciousness of fulfilling a holy duty. Come, come, the evening is passing." "What Meroë, the just and valiant, finds to be just and valiant, must be so," said Albinik, pressing his companion to his breast.
Albinik had, on his journeys, made frequent voyages to the coast of Ireland, an island that is inhabited by people of Gallic stock. They speak a language almost the same as that of the Gauls, yet difficult to understand for one who had not been as often on their coast as Albinik had.
In spite of the hatred he entertained for the Romans, Albinik could not help sighing with pity when he thought of the fate of these three soldiers, who did not imagine they were so near the jaws of death. Just then one of those light boats used by the Irish seamen shot out from the bay of Morbihan by the safe channel.
Agreeable to his promise, Joel pushed off his boat early the next morning, accompanied by his son Albinik the mariner, and took the unknown traveler to the island of Kellor, seeing he did not dare to land at the sacred precincts of the Isle of Sen. The brenn's guest said a few words in a low voice to the ewagh who mounts perpetual guard in the island's house.
Joel said to his family: "Although they are still rapping, the dogs do not bark. They must know who is at the gate." Saying this, the brenn stepped out. Several of his kinsmen, the stranger included, followed him out of prudence. The yard gate was opened and two voices were heard outside the palisades crying: "It is we, friends, ... Albinik and Mikael."
On a hill they saw the lights of many fires. "There, at last, is the camp of Caesar," said Albinik, stopping short, "the den of the lion." "The den of the scourge of Gaul. Come, come, the evening is slipping away." "Meroë, the moment has come." "Do you hesitate now?" "It is too late. But I would prefer a fair fight under the open heavens, vessel to vessel, soldier to soldier, sword to sword.
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