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Updated: June 25, 2025
And soon we saw the tide of the Sea himself advancing resolute between Yann's borders, and Yann sprang lithely at him and they struggled a while; then Yann and all that was his were pushed back northwards, so that the sailors had to hoist the sails, and the wind being favourable, we still held onwards. And we passed Góndara and Narl and Hoz.
Every one pressed in a crowd on the cliff to welcome it. Which one was it? It was the Samuel-Azenide, always the first to return. "Surely," said Yann's old father, "the Leopoldine won't be long now; I know how 'tis out yonder: when one of 'em begins to start homeward, the others can't hang back in any peace." The Icelanders were all returning now.
So it was on account of Yann's childishness that Gaud had been languishing, forsaken for two long years, and had longed to die. At first Yann laughed, but now he looked at Gaud with kind eyes, questioning deeply. Would she forgive him? He felt such remorse for having made her suffer. Would she forgive him? "It's my temper that does it, Gaud," said he. "At home with my folks, it's the same thing.
His large brown eyes were very mobile, with a grand, wild expression. Sylvestre threw his arms round Yann, and drew him towards him tenderly, after the fashion of children. Sylvestre was betrothed to Yann's sister, and he treated him as an elder brother, of course. And Yann allowed himself to be pulled about like a young lion, answering by a kind smile that showed his white teeth.
As she felt the soft tears fall, she knew they were the outflow of her last pangs vanishing before Yann's confession. Besides, the present never would have been so happy without all her suffering; that being over, she was almost pleased at having gone through that time of trial.
"Put up your music, my lad," said Yann; "old Neptune is playing us a livelier tune than yours." A heavily beating shower, which had threatened since morning, began to fall. There was a mad rush then, accompanied by outcries and laughter, to climb up the bluff and take refuge at the Gaoses'. The wedding breakfast was given at Yann's parents', because Gaud's home was so poor.
At least he might feel some pity for her, seeing her reduced to this misery inside its plain granite and whitewash. Only the fine white bed remained of all past splendour, and involuntarily Yann's eyes rested there. He said nothing. Why did he not go? The old grandmother, although still so sharp in her lucid intervals, appeared not to notice him. How odd!
In the midst of her confusion of ideas, she sought rapidly in her mind what it could be; but there was nothing save Fantec's interruption. For the second time she fell back into her terrible abyss, nothing changed in her morbid, hopeless waiting. Just as the day broke, Yann's father entered.
In Yann's letter Sylvestre got news of Marie Gaos, his little sweetheart; in Sylvestre's, Yann read all Granny Moan's funny stories, for she had not her like for amusing the absent ones you will remember; and the last paragraph concerning him came up: the "word of greeting to young Gaos."
Both trembled as they clasped hands. He bent forward to kiss her lips; but Gaud turned them aside, through ignorance of that kind of kiss; and as chastely as on the evening of their betrothal, she pressed hers to Yann's cheek, which was chilled, almost frozen, by the wind. It was bitterly cold in their poor, low-roofed cottage.
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