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Updated: June 7, 2025


At the sight of Peronnik he uttered a piercing scream, and raised his sword, but without appearing surprised the youth only lifted his cap, though he took care to remain at a little distance. 'Do not be alarmed, my prince, said Peronnik, 'I am just on my way to Kerglas, as the noble Rogéar has begged me to come to him on business.

'Do you know how to kill the magician? asked the lady, as they were crossing the ford. 'I thought that, being a magician, he was immortal, and that no one could kill him, replied Peronnik. 'Persuade him to taste that apple, and he will die, and if that is not enough I will touch him with my finger, for I am the plague, answered she.

'If you can find anything here, you are welcome to it, answered she, and, indeed, there was not much left, as everybody's spoon had dipped in. But Peronnik ate what was there with a hearty appetite, and thought that he had never tasted better food.

Have you a large quantity with you? 'As many as this bag will hold, replied Peronnik, opening, as he spoke, the bag which he had filled with feathers and glue; and to prove what he said, he turned his back on the lion and began to imitate the song of a lark. 'Come, exclaimed the lion, whose mouth watered, 'show me the birds! I should like to see if they are fat enough for my master.

He was still gazing with horror, when a trumpeter appeared on the walls, and, after blowing a loud blast, announced that the duke would adopt as his heir the man who could drive the French out of the country. On the four sides of the city the trumpeter blew his blast, and the last time Peronnik, who had ridden up as close as he might, answered him.

At this moment they were all open, and Peronnik knew well that if the black man caught a glimpse of him he would cast his ball. So, hiding the colt behind a thicket of bushes, he crawled along a ditch and crouched close to the very rock to which the black man was chained. The day was hot, and after a while the man began to grow sleepy. Two of his eyes closed, and Peronnik sang gently.

This time Peronnik did not trouble to take off his cap, but he threw the beads he carried with him into the water, as you throw black corn to a duck, and with each bead that he swallowed a dragon turned on his back and died, so that the idiot reached the other side without further trouble.

Punctual to their hour all three appeared, eagerly watched by Peronnik, who lay hid in the bushes close by. Suppose it was useless; suppose the mare, and not the colt, ate the crumbs? Suppose but no! the mare and her rider went safely by, vanishing round a corner, while the colt, trotting along with its head on the ground, smelt the bread, and began greedily to lick up the pieces.

Will you stay and do it? and Peronnik, though he loved his liberty and hated work, recollected the good food he had eaten, and agreed to stop. At sunrise he collected his herd carefully and led them to the rich pasture which lay along the borders of the forest, cutting himself a hazel wand with which to keep them in order.

For miles round the country was bare, for the enemy had cut down every tree and burnt every blade of corn; and, idiot though he might be, Peronnik was able to grasp that inside the gates men were dying of famine.

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