Part 7 (1/2)
CHAPTER VII.
”WAR! WAR! WAR!”
A furious barking of dogs in the yard and a distinct noise of hard rapping at the gate of the palisade interrupted the stranger's narrative. Still laboring under the painful impression of the traveler's words, the family of the brenn for a moment imagined their homestead was being attacked. The women rose precipitately, the little ones rushed to their mothers' arms, the men ran for their arms that hung from the walls. But the dogs soon ceased barking, although the rapping at the gate continued unabated. Joel said to his family:
”Although they are still rapping, the dogs do not bark. They must know who is at the gate.”
Saying this, the brenn stepped out. Several of his kinsmen, the stranger included, followed him out of prudence. The yard gate was opened and two voices were heard outside the palisades crying:
”It is we, friends, ... Albinik and Mikael.”
Indeed the two sons of the brenn were distinguished by the light of the torches, and behind them their horses, panting for breath and white with foam. After tenderly embracing his sons, especially the mariner, who was absent over a year on his sea journeys, Joel entered the house with them, where they were received with joy and not a little surprise by their mother and other relatives.
Albinik the mariner and Mikael the armorer were, like their father and their brother, men of large and robust stature. Over their clothes they carried a caped cloak of heavy woolen fabric streaming with the rain.
Upon entering the house, and even before embracing their mother, the new arrivals stepped to the altar and approached their lips to the seven small twigs of mistletoe that stood dipped in the copper bowl on the large stone. They there noticed a lifeless body covered with oak branches, near which Julyan still sat.
”Good evening, Julyan,” said Mikael. ”Who is dead?”
”It is Armel; I killed him this evening in a sword contest,” answered Julyan; ”but as we have both pledged brotherhood to each other, I shall join him to-morrow beyond. If you wish it I shall mention you to him.”
”Yes, yes. Julyan; I loved Armel and expected to find him alive. In the bag on my horse I have a little harpoon head of iron that I forged for him; I shall place it to-morrow on the pyre of you two--”
”And you must tell Armel,” added the mariner smiling, ”that he went away too soon; his friends Albinik and Meroe would have told him their last experience at sea.”
”It is Armel and myself,” replied Julyan with a smile, ”who will later have pretty stories to tell you. Your sea trips will be like nothing to the travels that await us in those marvelous worlds that none has seen and all will see.”
After Margarid's two sons had answered the tender inquiries of their mother and family, the brenn said to the unknown traveler:
”Friend, these are my two sons.”
”May it please heaven that the suddenness of their arrival may not be caused by some evil event,” answered the traveler.
”I say so, too, my children,” rejoined Joel. ”What has happened that you come at so late an hour and in such hurry? Happy be your return, Albinik, but I did not expect it so soon. But where is the gentle Meroe?”
”I left her at Vannes, father. This is what has happened. I returned from Spain by the gulf of Gascony on the way to England. The bad weather forced us to put in at Vannes. But by Teutates, who presides over all journeys by land and sea, here on earth and beyond, I did not expect--no, I did not expect to see what I saw in that town. I, therefore, left my vessel in port in charge of my sailors with my wife as their chief, I took a horse and galloped to Auray. There I gave the news to Mikael, and we hastened hither to forewarn you, father.”
”And what is it you saw at Vannes?”
”What did I see? All the inhabitants, in revolt, full of indignation and rage, like the brave Bretons that they are!”
”And what is the reason of it all, children?” asked Mamm' Margarid without leaving her distaff.
”Four Roman officers, without any other escort than four soldiers and as calmly insolent as if they were in some enslaved country, came in yesterday and commanded the magistrates of the town to issue orders to all the neighboring tribes to send to Vannes ten thousand bags of wheat--”
”And what else?” asked Joel laughing and shrugging his shoulders.
”Five thousand bags of oats.”
”And what else?”