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Updated: June 11, 2025
What animal do you wish to be, roaring lion, bellowing ox, bleating sheep, crowing cock? If you become a dog, you can crouch at Matheline's feet, and Bihan can lead you by a leash to hunt in the woods...." "I wish," cried Sylvestre Ker, whose anger burst forth at these words, "I wish to be a wolf, to devour them both!"
It's a terrible affair; I'm sorry I fired so hastily; but that idiot Le Bihan and Max Fortin have been working on my nerves till I am as hysterical as a schoolgirl," I ended angrily. "You fired but the window glass was not shattered," said Lys in a low voice. "Well, the window was open, then.
On her right was Matheline du Coat-Dor, on her left Bihan, both eager to console her; for they thought that by that time Sylvestre Ker must have learned the wonderful secret which would secure him untold wealth, and to possess the son they should cling to the mother; therefore there were promises and caresses, and "will you have this, or will you have that?"
As I came to the edge of the pit the Bannalec men were removing a square piece of sailcloth from what appeared to be a pile of cobblestones. "Look!" said Le Bihan shrilly. I looked. The pile below was a heap of skulls. After a moment I clambered down the gravel sides of the pit and walked over to the men of Bannalec.
"Don't be obstinate," I said; "I asked you a question." "And I refuse to answer," snapped Le Bihan. "Fortin saw what I saw; let him talk about it." I looked searchingly at the little chemist. "I don't say that I saw it actually roll up out of the pit, all by itself," said Fortin with a shiver, "but but then, how did it come up out of the pit, if it didn't roll up all by itself?"
Josserande heard it, for she paused in her descent and cast an anxious look around; but, seeing no one, she raised her eyes to heaven and clasped her hands over the handle of her axe. The wolf, in the meantime, with fuming nostrils and eyes which looked like burning coals, leaped over the stones of the enclosure and began to run around the circle. "See, see!" said Pol Bihan; "he no longer limps."
Certainly; such a thing could scarcely be divined; but under what form cannot a mother discover her darling child? She defended the wolf against the peasants, who had returned to strike him with their pitchforks and pikes, as they believed him dead. The two last who came were Pol Bihan and Matheline.
As yet I had scarcely dared think about the ghastly hallucination of which I had been a victim, but now I faced it squarely, flushing a little with mortification at the thought of my hasty retreat from the gravel pit. "To think," I said aloud, "that those old woman's tales of Max Fortin and Le Bihan should have actually made me see what didn't exist at all!
"Marie Trevec," repeated Le Bihan; "the priest cursed Marie Trevec, and all her family and descendants. He was shot as he knelt, having a mask of leather over his face, because the Bretons who composed the squad of execution refused to fire at a priest unless his face was concealed. The priest was l'Abbé Sorgue, commonly known as the Black Priest on account of his dark face and swarthy eyebrows.
"Pooh!" said I, "what do you do for your salary except play dominoes with Max Portin at the Groix Inn?" Le Bihan turned red, but Durand rattled his saber and winked at Max Fortin, and I slipped my arm through the arm of the sulky magistrate, laughing. "There's a shady spot under the cliff," I said; "come on, Le Bihan, and read me what is in the scroll."
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