The Fairy Ring

rovince. It was a great Gothic castle, with a groined roof and walls, covered with carving, that looked at a distance like a vine climb

ue eyes, and clasped hands, might have been taken for six madonnas in an azure niche. At evening when the sun declined and the Baron returned homeward, after riding round his domains, he perceived from afar, in the windows looking toward the west, six so

his departure, and at evening on his return, the Baron always found Yvon waiting on the threshold to embrace him. With his fair hair falling to his waist, his graceful figure, his willful air, and his bold bearing

mself by breaking a lance with his squire, Yvon entered the ar

rver is rich in knights, and has no need of a child; it is time for me to go to seek my f

ear. "I will not keep you back; I have no right to do so; but you are very you

ds of the country. I have not forgotten that our arms are a unicorn ripping up a lio

his brothers, embraced his sisters, bade adieu to al

; a forest, he made his way through it with the sun for a guide. "On-the Kerver!" he cr

, when he received an offer to go to fight the heathen of Norway. To kill unbelievers and to conquer a kingdom was a double pleasure. Yvon

one which cast its trembling light on his father's castle. All at once the vessel struck upon a rock; a terrible cra

y the moon was rising. Yvon saw, at a little distance, a black speck among the silvery waves-it was land. He approached it, not without difficulty, and finally succeeded in