In the Yule-Log Glow, Book II

he age to think of marriage; and Josserande, one morning, proceeded to the dwelling of the farmer of Coat-Dor to ask the hand of Matheline for her son, Sylve

other, provided that Sylvestre Ker gives me a gown of cloth of silver embroidered wit

n to my friend Sylvestre Ker, if he consents to give me a velvet mantle s

on, "Ker, my darling, I advise you to choose another friend a

iendship or love will I ever know except for Pol, my dear comra

atheline had shown in the back of her mouth, nothing would

he Point of Hinnic, where the grass is salt, which make

Cross of St. Cado, he saw, on the summit of the promontory, Pol a

ar to see Mathel

e old ram, which had been browsing on the salt grass, tossed back his two horns, and, fuming at the nostrils, bleated as loud as the stags cry wh

ck of the ram's butting while protecting her with his body. The injury was not very great, only his right eye was

ihan, who fled; reached him just at the end of the cliff, and push

m walked off, and the legend says

wept bitterl

et friend, from death, and I pledge my fait

g of the waves, was heard the imp

uickly and save me from dying without confession, and all you may

re Ker

groomsman?" An

that your mother may ask of me she shall have. But hast

eart, and boldly leaped from the top of the promontory. As he fell, his left leg was jammed against a jutting r

ll the we

e's brave deeds were too recent to be forgotten-P

e, my saviour, until you

ew pearls, for in her laughter she opened her mouth from ear to ear)

, "it is for your sakes th

true," sa

eated Matheline, for she

Bihan, "wait until to-morrow

-arm, leaving Sylvestre to go hobbling alon

perhaps, think you have never met such a fool. Undeceive yourself; it is the same with all the men, who only look for laughing girl

is happen," she a

mother; they are very beautiful," Josserande divined th

holy, he has als

iz to consult St. Gildas as to what could be done i

at the evil is done, nothing will happen to him contrary to God's holy will. At high tide the se

his furnaces," r

o reflect, and after

, my good woman? Your son will persevere in search of the fairy-stone that changes lead into gold, to pay for Pol's wicked friendship and for the pearls behind the dangerous smiles of that Matheline

the glorious Fea