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Updated: June 26, 2025
He deposited all these articles near the poniard of Loysik. Kervan also produced from the little coffer the several family parchments, ranked them in order before Ronan, and then rejoined his family. That long winter's night was spent by the Vagre reading the legends of his family. On their part, Kervan, his wife and sister prolonged their reading until it was almost dawn.
There is no wolf prowling about here; if there were, Erer would long ago have bitten off the panel of the door and rushed to the encounter of the unwelcome guest " "Father is right it may be a stranger who lost his way." "Come, Kervan, come brother, let's to the gate of the yard." "My son, you stay here by my side " "But, mother, I cannot allow my brother Kervan to go out alone." "Hark! Hark!
The two stepped into one of the chambers of the house. On a table lay a small iron coffer, the gift of Victoria the Great to Schanvoch. Kervan took from the coffer the gold sickle of Hena, the Virgin of the Isle of Sen, the little brass bell left by Guilhern, Sylvest's iron collar, Genevieve's silver cross and the casque's lark of Victoria the Great.
My father Jocelyn and my mother Madalen are certainly dead by this time. You shall deliver the narrative that will have been written, either to my good brother Kervan, if he survives our aged parents, or to his eldest son.
If Kervan should have died without posterity, ask his heirs or his wife's to deliver to you, obedient to the orders of our ancestor Joel, our family's legends and relics, and you are then to transmit them to your descendants.
Judging by his resolute mien, he would sooner be taken for a soldier. He carries a long dagger in his belt here he is himself." "Step in, traveler. Did you ask for the dwelling of Kervan, the son of Jocelyn? Do you wish to see Kervan? I am Kervan." "Greeting to you and yours, Kervan. But why do you look at me so wonderingly?"
I promise you that I shall faithfully transcribe them and append them to the narrative that you wrote." The family of Kervan are reassembled together with Ronan in the large hall of the farmhouse. After the morning repast the women take up their distaffs, or some other domestic work. The men pound the wheat, which they pour out of one set of large bags and then drop into another.
I, Kervan, the son of Jocelyn, who died seven years after he bequeathed to me our family archives have this to add: The narrative that follows was brought to me here, at my house, near Karnak, by Ronan, one of the sons of my brother Karadeucq, who left our house to run the Bagaudy, the year after the death of Clovis.
But I would be still more afraid if I were to run across a Korrigan, only two feet high, combing her hair, and looking at herself in some secluded fountain, in the clear water of which she is admiring those blonde tresses that they are so proud of." "What! Afraid of those pretty little fairies, brother Kervan! I, on the contrary, have often tried to meet one of them.
The Vagre was drawn from his revery by the voice of his father's brother. "Ronan," said Kervan, "the frost has hardened the ground and the cattle can not be let out to-day. We shall have wheat to pound in the house. Let us go in. While we are at work you can narrate to us the events that complete your narrative.
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