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The three rushed together in a final embrace, they raised their faces and their hands towards heaven, and intoned in a loud voice the song of Hena, the virgin of the isle of Sen, uttered at the hour of her voluntary sacrifice on the rocks of Karnak, that song which had been the signal for the rising of Brittany against the Romans: "Hesus, Hesus!
They love each other like brothers.... Quite recently an enraged bull rushed at Armel and Julyan saved Armel at the peril of his own life. Thanks to Hesus we are not now in times of war. But should it be necessary to take up arms, Julyan and Armel have taken 'the pledge of brotherhood'.... But supper is ready.... Come, yours is the seat of honor." Joel and the unknown guest drew near the table.
Another Celtic divinity, the Hesus of Lucan, finds his brother in the Gaisos, the sword, symbolising the god of battles of the Teutonic Scythians.
The hour has come when we must show ourselves faithful to the motto of our fathers: 'In all war, there is but one of two outcomes for the man of courage: to conquer or to die. O, that my love for our common country be not barren! O, that Hesus keep our arms! Perhaps then the Chief of the Hundred Valleys will have washed off the stain which covers a name he no longer dares to bear.
"Truly ... you will come?" said the dying youth, whom the promise seemed to render happy; "will you come ... to-morrow?" "To-morrow, by Hesus.... I swear to you, Armel, I shall come." The eyes of the whole family turned to Julyan at hearing the promise, and looked lovingly upon him.
"Mother is right," answered Hena sighing; "Great is the anger of Hesus." "And what say you, dear child, you who are a saint," inquired Joel, "a saint of the Isle of Sen? What must we do to appease the wrath of the All-Powerful?" "My father and mother honor me too much by calling me a saint," answered the young virgin.
"He will tell us the news of outlying places." "But where is he? Where is the good peddler that Hesus sends to us to help enliven this long winter's night?" "What a happiness to be able to see all his merchandise at one's ease!" "But where is he? Where is he?" "He is shaking off the ice that his clothes are frozen stiff with."
Perhaps, O Hesus, all this spilled blood will appease you;" and with a hand which did not waver, she plunged the dagger into her own heart. All these terrible events which happened around the Chariot of Death I was compelled to behold, as I lay nearby, pinned to the ground.
I preserve them together with the little brass bell that my father got from the "horse-dealer." The narrative of the sufferings of our race, I, Sylvest, shall continue in obedience to my father Guilhern, the same as he obeyed the behest of his father Joel the brenn of the tribe of Karnak. Hesus was merciful to you, O, my father. You died ignorant of the life of your daughter Syomara
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."
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