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"No; they are black and bell-shaped, and they are also embroidered in gold and silver." "And the bucklers?" queried Guilhern. "Are they like ours?" "They are longer, and they are painted with lively colors, usually arranged in squares. Red and white is a very common combination." "And the marriages, how are they celebrated?" inquired another young girl.
He followed the course of the buckler with sullen anxiety, leaning, despite himself, to the right when the buckler dipped to the right, and to the left when the buckler dipped on that side. The mother, on the contrary, her arms crossed over her bosom, followed the buckler with firm eyes, and as tranquil as if she had nothing to fear for her child." "Nothing to fear!" cried Guilhern.
That will help me to bear the awful grief caused to me by the fate of my little daughter Syomara, who, two days later, was carried into Italy on board the galley of the patrician Trymalcion. My father Guilhern was not granted time to finish his narrative. Death oh, what a death! death overtook him the very day after he traced the above last lines.
I wrote it upon the rolls of white skin that my glorious daughter Hena gave me as a keepsake, and my eldest son, Guilhern has attached to them the keepsake he received from her the mystic gold sickle of the virgin druid priestess. Let the two ever remain together.
Indeed, he shall!" answered Guilhern resolutely. Joel and his son alighted from the chariot, and advanced towards the rider. Once close to him, both were struck with the majesty of the stranger's looks. Nothing haughtier than his eyes, more masculine than his face, more worthy than his bearing. On his forehead and on one cheek were visible the traces of two wounds only freshly healed.
Albinik the mariner was the first to whom Hena offered her forehead to kiss after her father and mother; she had not seen her brother for a long time. Next came the turn of Guilhern and Mikael and then the swarm of children, whom, stooping to them, Hena, sought to hold all together in one embrace.
One evening towards nightfall the evening before the anniversary of the day when Hena, his daughter, his well-beloved daughter was born unto him it is now eighteen years ago Joel and his eldest son Guilhern were returning home in a chariot drawn by four of those fine little Breton oxen whose horns are smaller than their ears.
"Father, the rider is coming close to us!" "Yes, he reins in because the road is here narrow, and we bar his passage with our chariot. Come, Guilhern, the moment is favorable; the passenger must have lost his way; let us offer him hospitality for to-night. We shall then keep him to-morrow, and perhaps several other days.
Like many other women of her kin, she wore a coral necklace round her neck, bracelets inwrought with garnets and other trinkets of gold and silver fashioned at Autun. Around Mamm' Margarid played the children of Guilhern and several other of her kin, while their young mothers busied themselves preparing supper. "Margarid," said Joel to his wife, "I bring a guest to you."
His large bald forehead, his pale face and his terrible look gave him a terrifying appearance. Armed with a sword, he was furiously beating his own soldiers, all unable to arrest their flight. I called my brother's attention to him. "Guilhern," said he, "if they have fought everywhere as we have here, we are victorious. That soldier, by his gold and steel armor, must be a Roman general.
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