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I had meant to insert here the stranger's answer. But the departure of that unhappy boy who was the joy of my old days, has broken my heart. I lack the courage to continue this narrative. Later, perhaps, if some good news from my pet Karadeucq should revive the hope of seeing him again, I shall finish what I meant to say. Alas! Shall I ever hear from him? Poor boy!
And addressing the stranger: "Draw near the fire, you sturdy peddler. The night is rough. Karadeucq, while we wait for supper, fetch a pot of hydromel for our guest." "I accept, good old man! The fire will warm me from without, the hydromel from within." "You seem to be a gay stroller." "So I am. Joy is my companion; however long or rough my road may be, joy never tires of following me."
And the alarmed mother sighed while the peddler answered Karadeucq, who hung upon the stranger's words: "The new Bagauders, my brave lad, are what the old ones were. Terrible to the oppressors, kind to the people." "Do the people love them?" "Whether they love them!
On the other hand, would our descendants feel more elated if I were to tell them: "That in which my pride lies is the knowledge that there is no better field-laborer than my son Jocelyn, no better housekeeper than his wife Madalen, no sweeter creature than my granddaughter Roselyk, no handsomer and more daring lads than my two grandsons, Kervan and Karadeucq especially the latter, the youngest of the set, my own pet! a very demon for deviltry, bravery and attractiveness.
As soon as the two slaves disappeared from sight, the bear raised himself on his legs, pulled off his head, dashed it on the road, and cried: "Blood and massacre! They are to burn my beautiful bishopess to-morrow! And Ronan, our brave Ronan, he also is to be executed! Shall we allow that, Karadeucq?" "I shall avenge my sons or shall die beside them! O Loysik! O, Ronan! Tortured! Tortured!
Who has the key to the railing?" At the very moment when Sigefrid was handing the key to the Frankish warrior his eyes fell upon Karadeucq. "What are you doing there, old vagabond?" "Noble youth, frightened by the fire, my bear has escaped; I am running after him he has crouched down yonder not far from the railing. Alas, what a misfortune this fire is!"
I now also say, with the poor mother, who incessantly runs to the door demented in the hope that she may be able to see whether her son is coming back: "The gods have punished Karadeucq, my pet, for having wished to see the Korrigans!" My father Araim died of a broken heart shortly after the departure of my second son. He left me the family archives.
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