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Sylvestre Ker's little finger was worth two dozen Pol Bihan's and fifty Matheline's; in spite of which Matheline and Pol Bihan were perfectly just in their contempt, for he who ascends the highest falls lowest. When Sylvestre had re-entered the tower, Pol commenced to sigh heavily, and said, "What a pity! What a great, great pity!" "What is a pity?" asked Sylvestre Ker.
And Josserande having told him of the two new pearls that Matheline had shown in the back of her mouth, nothing would do but he must hurry to Coat-Dor to try and see them, also. On the road from the tower to the farm of Coat-Dor is the Point of Hinnic, where the grass is salt, which makes the cows and rams very fierce while they are grazing.
"I have promised," said Sylvestre. "That is nothing: if your mother loves you truly, she will forgive you." "If she loves me!" cried Sylvestre Ker. "Oh, yes, she loves me with her whole heart." Some chestnuts still remained, and Bihan shelled one while he said, "Certainly, certainly, mothers always love their children; but Matheline is not your mother.
As Matheline hesitated in her answer for Sylvestre's brave deeds were too recent to be forgotten Pol Bihan came to her assistance and gayly cried, "You must wait, Sylvestre, my saviour, until your leg and eye are healed." "But," cried Sylvestre Ker, "it is for your sakes that I am one-eyed and lame." "That is true," said Bihan.
Sylvestre wished to rise, for never yet had he disobeyed his mother; but Matheline, seated at his side, detained him and murmured in silvery tones, "My handsome friend, you have plenty of time." Pol, on his side, said to Dame Josserande, "Get your staff, neighbor, and start at once, so as to take your time.
Whereupon Josserande returned to the tower, and said to her son, "Ker, my darling, I advise you to choose another friend and another bride; for those two are not worthy of your love." But the young man began to sigh and groan, and answered, "No friendship or love will I ever know except for Pol, my dear comrade, and Matheline, your god-daughter, my beautiful playfellow."
"And Matheline, do you love her yet?" "Yes, oh! yes!... but ... I hate her!" "I see," said Satan, "that you are a coward, and wicked like all men. Since you have heard and seen enough at a distance, listen, and look at your feet...."
But there were two or three good souls who said in low tones, "Poor widow! her heart must be full of sorrow." "But what does she want with that axe?" "It is to defend her wolf," again replied Matheline, who carried a pitchfork. Pol Bihan held an enormous hollow stick which resembled a club.
"It is a pity to miss such a rare opportunity." Sylvestre Ker exclaimed, "What opportunity? So you were listening to my conversation with Matheline?" "Why, yes," replied Pol. "I always have an ear open to hear what concerns you, my true friend. Seven years! Shall I tell you what I think? You would only have twelve months to wait to go with your mother to another Christmas Mass."
"Yes, yes, yes!" "He will go!" "He will not go!" "He will go, since he promised Dame Josserande." "He will not go, since Matheline told him to stay." "My friend, my friend, to-night Sylvestre Ker will find the golden secret." "To-night, my friend, my friend, he will win the heart of the one he loves."
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