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Updated: June 7, 2025
This flattered the farmer's wife so much that she gave him some butter to spread on it, and Peronnik was still eating it on the doorstep when an armed knight rode up. 'Can you tell me the way to the castle of Kerglas? asked he. 'To Kerglas? are you really going to Kerglas? cried the woman, turning pale.
The news of these marvels quickly spread through the town, and put fresh spirit into the garrison, so that they declared themselves able to fight under the command of the young stranger. And as the bowl restored all the dead Bretons to life, Peronnik soon had an army large enough to drive away the French, and fulfilled his promise of delivering his country.
'Begged you to come! repeated the dwarf, 'and who, then, are you? 'I am the new servant he has engaged, as you know very well, answered Peronnik. 'I do not know at all, rejoined the korigan sulkily, 'and you may be a robber for all I can tell. 'I am so sorry, replied Peronnik, 'but I may be wrong in calling myself a servant, for I am only a bird-catcher.
When they had left the plain behind them, Peronnik and his steed found themselves in a narrow valley in which was a grove of trees, full of all sorts of sweet-smelling things roses of every colour, yellow broom, pink honeysuckle while above them all towered a wonderful scarlet pansy whose face bore a strange expression.
'And what is your business at Kerglas? asked the lion with a growl, and showing his teeth. 'With all respect, answered Peronnik, pretending to be very frightened, 'I am the servant of a lady who is a friend of the noble Rogear and sends him some larks for a pasty. 'Larks? cried the lion, licking his long whiskers. 'Why, it must be a century since I have had any!
'Poor innocent, she murmured, 'he does not know what he is saying, but I will cut him a slice of that new wheaten loaf, and so she did, and Peronnik ate up every crumb, and declared that nobody less than the bishop's baker could have baked it.
The dwarf did as he was bid, when suddenly Peronnik threw the noose over his neck and drew it close, and the korigan was held as fast as any of the birds he wished to snare. Shrieking with rage, he tried to undo the cord, but he only pulled the knot tighter.
'From what he says, he wants one very badly, replied Peronnik, 'as he declares that all his grain and all the fruit in his garden at Kerglas are eaten up by the birds. 'And how are you going to stop that, my fine fellow? inquired the korigan; and Peronnik showed him the snare he had prepared, and remarked that no bird could possible escape from it.
'And to whom do these wonders belong? asked Peronnik in amazement. 'To a magician named Rogear who lives in the castle, answered the woman. 'Every day he passes along here, mounted on a black mare, with a colt thirteen months old trotting behind. But no one dares to attack him, as he always carries his lance.
The news of these marvels quickly spread through the town, and put fresh spirit into the garrison, so that they declared themselves able to fight under the command of the young stranger. And as the bowl restored all the dead Bretons to life, Peronnik soon had an army large enough to drive away the French, and fulfilled his promise of delivering his country.
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