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The Groac'h of the Isle of Lok |
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In old times, when all kinds of wonderful things happened in
Brittany, there lived in the village of Lanillis, a young man
named Houarn Pogamm and a girl called Bellah Postik. They were
cousins, and as their mothers were great friends, and constantly
in and out of each other's houses, they had often been laid in
the same cradle, and had played and fought over their games.
'When they are grown up they will marry,' said the mothers; but
just as every one was beginning to think of wedding bells, the
two mothers died, and the cousins, who had no money, went as
servants in the same house. This was better than being parted,
of course, but not so good as having a little cottage of their
own, where they could do as they liked, and soon they might have
been heard bewailing to each other the hardness of their lots.
'If we could only manage to buy a cow and get a pig to fatten,'
grumbled Houarn, 'I would rent a bit of ground from the master,
and then we could be married.'
'Yes,' answered Bellah, with a deep sigh; 'but we live in such
hard times, and at the last fair the price of pigs had risen
again.'
'We shall have long to wait, that is quite clear,' replied
Houarn, turning away to his work.
Whenever they met they repeated their grievances, and at length
Houarn's patience was exhausted, and one morning he came to
Bellah and told her that he was going away to seek his fortune.
The girl was very unhappy as she listened to this, and felt sorry
that she had not tried to make the best of things. She implored
Houarn not to leave her, but he would listen to nothing.
'The birds,' he said, 'continue flying until they reach a field
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