The Castle of Kerglas

THE CASTLE OF KERGLAS

PERONNIK was a poor idiot who belonged to nobody, and he would have died

of starvation if it had not been for the kindness of the village people,

who gave him food whenever he chose to ask for it. And as for a bed,

when night came, and he grew sleepy, he looked about for a heap of

straw, and making a hole in it, crept in, like a lizard. Idiot though he

was, he was never unhappy, but always thanked gratefully those who fed

him, and sometimes would stop for a little and sing to them. For he

could imitate a lark so well, that no one knew which was Peronnik and

which was the bird.

He had been wandering in a forest one day for several hours, and when

evening approached, he suddenly felt very hungry. Luckily, just at that

place the trees grew thinner, and he could see a small farmhouse a

little way off. Peronnik went straight towards it, and found the

farmer's wife standing at the door holding in her hands the large bowl

out of which her children had eaten their supper.

'I am hungry, will you give me something to eat?' asked the boy.

'If you can find anything here, you are welcome to it,' answered she,

and, indeed, there was not much left, as everybody's spoon had dipped

in. But Peronnik ate what was there with a hearty appetite, and thought

that he had never tasted better food.

'It is made of the finest flour and mixed with the richest milk and

stirred by the best cook in all the countryside,' and though he said it

to himself, the woman heard him.

'Poor innocent,' she murmured, 'he does not know what he is saying, but

I will cut him a slice of that new wheaten loaf,' and so she did, and

Peronnik ate up every crumb, and declared that nobody less than the

bishop's baker could have baked it. This flattered the farmer's wife so

much that she gave him some butter to spread on it, and Peronnik was

still eating it on the doorstep when an armed knight rode up.

'Can you tell me the way to the castle of Kerglas?' asked he.

'To Kerglas? are you really going to Kerglas?' cried the woman,

turning pale.

'Yes; and in order to get there I have come from a country so far off

that it has taken me three months' hard riding to travel as far as

this.'

'And why do you want to go to Kerglas?' said she.

'I am seeking the basin of gold and the lance of diamonds which are in

the castle,' he answered. Then Peronnik looked up.

'The basin and the lance are very costly things,' he said suddenly.

'More costly and precious than all the crowns in the world,' replied the

stranger, 'for not only will the basin furnish you with the best food

that you can dream of, but if you drink of it, it will cure you of any

illness however dangerous, and will even bring the dead back to life, if

it touches their mouths. As to the diamond lance, that will cut through

any stone or metal.'

'And to whom do these wonders belong?' asked Peronnik in amazement.

'To a magician named Rogéar who lives in the castle,' answered the

woman. 'Every day he passes along here, mounted on a black mare, with a

colt thirteen months old trotting behind. But no one dares to attack

him, as he always carries his lance.'

'That is true,' said the knight, 'but there is a spell laid upon him

which forbids his using it within the castle of Kerglas. The moment he

enters, the basin and lance are put away in a dark cellar which no key

but one can open. And that is the place where I wish to fight the

magician.'

'You will never overcome him, Sir Knight,' replied the woman, shaking

her head. 'More than a hundred gentlemen have ridden past this house

bent on the same errand, and not one has ever come back.'

'I know that, good woman,' returned the knight, 'but then they did not

have, like me, instructions from the hermit of Blavet.'

'And what did the hermit tell you?' asked Peronnik.

'He told me that I should have to pass through a wood full of all sorts

of enchantments and voices, which would try to frighten me and make me

lose my way. Most of those who have gone before me have wandered they

know not where, and perished from cold, hunger, or fatigue.'

'Well, suppose you get through safely?' said the idiot.

'If I do,' continued the knight, 'I shall then meet a sort of fairy

armed with a needle of fire which burns to ashes all it touches. This

dwarf stands guarding an apple-tree, from which I am bound to pluck an

apple.'

'And next?' inquired Peronnik.

'Next I shall find the flower that laughs, protected by a lion whose

mane is formed of vipers. I must pluck that flower, and go on to the

lake of the dragons and fight the black man who holds in his hand the

iron ball which never misses its mark and returns of its own accord to

its master. After that, I enter the valley of pleasure, where some who

conquered all the other obstacles have left their bones. If I can win

through this, I shall reach a river with only one ford, where a lady in

black will be seated. She will mount my horse behind me, and tell me

what I am to do next.'

He paused, and the woman shook her head.

'You will never be able to do all that,' said she, but he bade her

remember that these were only matters for men, and galloped away down

the path she pointed out.

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The farmer's wife sighed and, giving Peronnik some more food, bade him

good-night. The idiot rose and was opening the gate which led into the

forest when the farmer himself came up.

'I want a boy to tend my cattle,' he said abruptly, 'as the one I had

has run away. Will you stay and do it?' and Peronnik, though he loved

his liberty and hated work, recollected the good food he had eaten, and

agreed to stop.

At sunrise he collected his herd carefully and led them to the rich

pasture which lay along the borders of the forest, cutting himself a

hazel wand with which to keep them in order.

His task was not quite so easy as it looked, for the cows had a way of

straying into the wood, and by the time he had brought one back another

was off. He had gone some distance into the trees, after a naughty black

cow which gave him more trouble than all the rest, when he heard the

noise of horse's feet, and peeping through the leaves he beheld the

giant Rogéar seated on his mare, with the colt trotting behind. Round

the giant's neck hung the golden bowl suspended from a chain, and in his

hand he grasped the diamond lance, which gleamed like fire. But as soon

as he was out of sight the idiot sought in vain for traces of the path

he had taken.

This happened not only once but many times, till Peronnik grew so used

to him that he never troubled to hide. But on each occasion he saw him

the desire to possess the bowl and the lance became stronger.

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One evening the boy was sitting alone on the edge of the forest, when a

man with a white beard stopped beside him. 'Do you want to know the way

to Kerglas?' asked the idiot, and the man answered 'I know it well.'

'You have been there without being killed by the magician?' cried

Peronnik.

'Oh! he had nothing to fear from me,' replied the white-bearded man, 'I

am Rogéar's elder brother, the wizard Bryak. When I wish to visit him I

always pass this way, and as even I cannot go through the enchanted wood

without losing myself, I call the colt to guide me.' Stooping down as he

spoke he traced three circles on the ground and murmured some words very

low, which Peronnik could not hear. Then he added aloud:

Colt, free to run and free to eat,

Colt, gallop fast until we meet,

and instantly the colt appeared, frisking and jumping to the wizard, who

threw a halter over his neck and leapt on his back.

   *       *       *       *       *

Peronnik kept silence at the farm about this adventure, but he

understood very well that if he was ever to get to Kerglas he must first

catch the colt which knew the way. Unhappily he had not heard the magic

words uttered by the wizard, and he could not manage to draw the three

circles, so if he was to summon the colt at all he must invent some

other means of doing it.

All day long, while he was herding the cows, he thought and thought how

he was to call the colt, for he felt sure that once on its back he

could overcome the other dangers. Meantime he must be ready in case a

chance should come, and he made his preparations at night, when every

one was asleep. Remembering what he had seen the wizard do, he patched

up an old halter that was hanging in a corner of the stable, twisted a

rope of hemp to catch the colt's feet, and a net such as is used for

snaring birds. Next he sewed roughly together some bits of cloth to

serve as a pocket, and this he filled with glue and larks' feathers, a

string of beads, a whistle of elder wood, and a slice of bread rubbed

over with bacon fat. Then he went out to the path down which Rogéar, his

mare, and the colt always rode, and crumbled the bread on one side of

it.

Punctual to their hour all three appeared, eagerly watched by Peronnik,

who lay hid in the bushes close by. Suppose it was useless; suppose the

mare, and not the colt, ate the crumbs? Suppose--but no! the mare and

her rider went safely by, vanishing round a corner, while the colt,

trotting along with its head on the ground, smelt the bread, and began

greedily to lick up the pieces. Oh, how good it was! Why had no one ever

given it that before, and so absorbed was the little beast, sniffing

about after a few more crumbs, that it never heard Peronnik creep up

till it felt the halter on its neck and the rope round its feet, and--in

another moment--some one on its back.

Going as fast as the hobbles would allow, the colt turned into one of

the wildest parts of the forest, while its rider sat trembling at the

strange sights he saw. Sometimes the earth seemed to open in front of

them and he was looking into a bottomless pit; sometimes the trees burst

into flames and he found himself in the midst of a fire; often in the

act of crossing a stream the water rose and threatened to sweep him

away; and again, at the foot of a mountain, great rocks would roll

towards him, as if they would crush him and his colt beneath their

weight. To his dying day Peronnik never knew whether these things were

real or if he only imagined them, but he pulled down his knitted cap so

as to cover his eyes, and trusted the colt to carry him down the right

road.

At last the forest was left behind, and they came out on a wide plain

where the air blew fresh and strong. The idiot ventured to peep out, and

found to his relief that the enchantments seemed to have ended, though a

thrill of horror shot through him as he noticed the skeletons of men

scattered over the plain, beside the skeletons of their horses. And what

were those grey forms trotting away in the distance? Were they--could

they be--wolves?

But vast though the plain seemed, it did not take long to cross, and

very soon the colt entered a sort of shady park in which was standing a

single apple-tree, its branches bowed down to the ground with the weight

of its fruit. In front was the korigan--the little fairy man--holding in

his hand the fiery sword, which reduced to ashes everything it touched.

At the sight of Peronnik he uttered a piercing scream, and raised his

sword, but without appearing surprised the youth only lifted his cap,

though he took care to remain at a little distance.

'Do not be alarmed, my prince,' said Peronnik, 'I am just on my way to

Kerglas, as the noble Rogéar has begged me to come to him on business.'

'Begged you to come!' repeated the dwarf, 'and who, then, are you?'

'I am the new servant he has engaged, as you know very well,' answered

Peronnik.

'I do not know at all,' rejoined the korigan sulkily, 'and you may be a

robber for all I can tell.'

'I am so sorry,' replied Peronnik, 'but I may be wrong in calling myself

a servant, for I am only a bird-catcher. But do not delay me, I pray,

for his highness the magician expects me, and, as you see, has lent me

his colt so that I may reach the castle all the quicker.'

At these words the korigan cast his eyes for the first time on the colt,

which he knew to be the one belonging to the magician, and began to

think that the young man was speaking the truth. After examining the

horse, he studied the rider, who had such an innocent, and indeed

vacant, air that he appeared incapable of inventing a story. Still, the

dwarf did not feel quite sure that all was right, and asked what the

magician wanted with a bird-catcher.

'From what he says, he wants one very badly,' replied Peronnik, 'as he

declares that all his grain and all the fruit in his garden at Kerglas

are eaten up by the birds.'

'And how are you going to stop that, my fine fellow?' inquired the

korigan; and Peronnik showed him the snare he had prepared, and remarked

that no bird could possibly escape from it.

'That is just what I should like to be sure of,' answered the korigan.

'My apples are completely eaten up by blackbirds and thrushes. Lay your

snare, and if you can manage to catch them, I will let you pass.'

'That is a fair bargain,' and as he spoke Peronnik jumped down and

fastened his colt to a tree; then, stooping, he fixed one end of the net

to the trunk of the apple-tree, and called to the korigan to hold the

other while he took out the pegs. The dwarf did as he was bid, when

suddenly Peronnik threw the noose over his neck and drew it close, and

the korigan was held as fast as any of the birds he wished to snare.

Shrieking with rage, he tried to undo the cord, but he only pulled the

knot tighter. He had put down the sword on the grass, and Peronnik had

been careful to fix the net on the other side of the tree, so that it

was now easy for him to pluck an apple and to mount his horse, without

being hindered by the dwarf, whom he left to his fate.

   *       *       *       *       *

When they had left the plain behind them, Peronnik and his steed found

themselves in a narrow valley in which was a grove of trees, full of all

sorts of sweet-smelling things--roses of every colour, yellow broom,

pink honeysuckle--while above them all towered a wonderful scarlet pansy

whose face bore a strange expression. This was the flower that laughs,

and no one who looked at it could help laughing too. Peronnik's heart

beat high at the thought that he had reached safely the second trial,

and he gazed quite calmly at the lion with the mane of vipers twisting

and twirling, who walked up and down in front of the grove.

The young man pulled up and removed his cap, for, idiot though he was,

he knew that when you have to do with people greater than yourself, a

cap is more useful in the hand than on the head. Then, after wishing all

kinds of good fortune to the lion and his family, he inquired if he was

on the right road to Kerglas.

'And what is your business at Kerglas?' asked the lion with a growl, and

showing his teeth.

'With all respect,' answered Peronnik, pretending to be very frightened,

'I am the servant of a lady who is a friend of the noble Rogéar and

sends him some larks for a pasty.'

'Larks?' cried the lion, licking his long whiskers. 'Why, it must be a

century since I have had any! Have you a large quantity with you?'

'As many as this bag will hold,' replied Peronnik, opening, as he spoke,

the bag which he had filled with feathers and glue; and to prove what he

said, he turned his back on the lion and began to imitate the song of a

lark.

'Come,' exclaimed the lion, whose mouth watered, 'show me the birds! I

should like to see if they are fat enough for my master.'

'I would do it with pleasure,' answered the idiot, 'but if I once open

the bag they will all fly away.'

'Well, open it wide enough for me to look in,' said the lion, drawing a

little nearer.

[Illustration: How Peronnik tricked the Viper-maned Lion with a bag]

Now this was just what Peronnik had been hoping for, so he held the bag

while the lion opened it carefully and put his head right inside, so

that he might get a good mouthful of larks. But the mass of feathers and

glue stuck to him, and before he could pull his head out again Peronnik

had drawn tight the cord, and tied it in a knot that no man could untie.

Then, quickly gathering the flower that laughs, he rode off as fast as

the colt could take him.

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The path soon led to the lake of the dragons, which he had to swim

across. The colt, who was accustomed to it, plunged into the water

without hesitation; but as soon as the dragons caught sight of Peronnik

they approached from all parts of the lake in order to devour him.

This time Peronnik did not trouble to take off his cap, but he threw the

beads he carried with him into the water, as you throw black corn to a

duck, and with each bead that he swallowed a dragon turned on his back

and died, so that the idiot reached the other side without further

trouble.

The valley guarded by the black man now lay before him, and from afar

Peronnik beheld him, chained by one foot to a rock at the entrance, and

holding the iron ball which never missed its mark and always returned to

its master's hand. In his head the black man had six eyes that were

never all shut at once, but kept watch one after the other. At this

moment they were all open, and Peronnik knew well that if the black man

caught a glimpse of him he would cast his ball. So, hiding the colt

behind a thicket of bushes, he crawled along a ditch and crouched close

to the very rock to which the black man was chained.

The day was hot, and after a while the man began to grow sleepy. Two of

his eyes closed, and Peronnik sang gently. In a moment a third eye shut,

and Peronnik sang on. The lid of a fourth eye dropped heavily, and then

those of the fifth and the sixth. The black man was asleep altogether.

Then, on tiptoe, the idiot crept back to the colt, which he led over

soft moss past the black man into the vale of pleasure, a delicious

garden full of fruits that dangled before your mouth, fountains running

with wine, and flowers chanting in soft little voices. Further on,

tables were spread with food, and girls dancing on the grass called to

him to join them.

Peronnik heard, and, scarcely knowing what he did drew the colt into a

slower pace. He sniffed greedily the smell of the dishes, and raised his

head the better to see the dancers. Another instant and he would have

stopped altogether and been lost, like others before him, when suddenly

there came to him like a vision the golden bowl and the diamond lance.

Drawing his whistle from his pocket, he blew it loudly, so as to drown

the sweet sounds about him, and ate what was left of his bread and bacon

to still the craving of the magic fruits. His eyes he fixed steadily on

the ears of the colt, that he might not see the dancers.

In this way he was able to reach the end of the garden, and at length

perceived the castle of Kerglas, with the river between them which had

only one ford. Would the lady be there, as the old man had told him?

Yes, surely that was she, sitting on a rock, in a black satin dress, and

her face the colour of a Moorish woman's. The idiot rode up, and took

off his cap more politely than ever, and asked if she did not wish to

cross the river.

'I was waiting for you to help me do so,' answered she. 'Come near, that

I may get up behind you.'

Peronnik did as she bade him, and by the help of his arm she jumped

nimbly on to the back of the colt.

'Do you know how to kill the magician?' asked the lady, as they were

crossing the ford.

'I thought that, being a magician, he was immortal, and that no one

could kill him,' replied Peronnik.

'Persuade him to taste that apple, and he will die, and if that is not

enough I will touch him with my finger, for I am the plague,' answered

she.

'But if I kill him, how am I to get the golden bowl and the diamond

lance that are hidden in the cellar without a key?' rejoined Peronnik.

[Illustration: PERONNIK IN THE VALE OF PLEASURE]

[Illustration: The Lady in black slays Rogéar the Magician]

'The flower that laughs opens all doors and lightens all darkness,' said

the lady; and as she spoke, they reached the further bank, and

advanced towards the castle.

In front of the entrance was a sort of tent supported on poles, and

under it the giant was sitting, basking in the sun. As soon as he

noticed the colt bearing Peronnik and the lady, he lifted his head, and

cried in a voice of thunder:

'Why, it is surely the idiot, riding my colt thirteen months old!'

'Greatest of magicians, you are right,' answered Peronnik.

'And how did you manage to catch him?' asked the giant.

'By repeating what I learnt from your brother Bryak on the edge of the

forest,' replied the idiot. 'I just said--

Colt, free to run and free to eat,

Colt, gallop fast until we meet,

and it came directly.'

'You know my brother, then?' inquired the giant. 'Tell me why he sent

you here.'

'To bring you two gifts which he has just received from the country of

the Moors,' answered Peronnik: 'the apple of delight and the woman of

submission. If you eat the apple you will not desire anything else, and

if you take the woman as your servant you will never wish for another.'

'Well, give me the apple, and bid the woman get down,' answered Rogéar.

The idiot obeyed, but at the first taste of the apple the giant

staggered, and as the long yellow finger of the woman touched him he

fell dead.

Leaving the magician where he lay, Peronnik entered the palace, bearing

with him the flower that laughs. Fifty doors flew open before him, and

at length he reached a long flight of steps which seemed to lead into

the bowels of the earth. Down these he went till he came to a silver

door without a bar or key. Then he held up high the flower that laughs,

and the door slowly swung back, displaying a deep cavern, which was as

bright as day from the shining of the golden bowl and the diamond lance.

The idiot hastily ran forward and hung the bowl round his neck from the

chain which was attached to it, and took the lance in his hand. As he

did so, the ground shook beneath him, and with an awful rumbling the

palace disappeared, and Peronnik found himself standing close to the

forest where he led the cattle to graze.

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Though darkness was coming on, Peronnik never thought of entering the

farm, but followed the road which led to the court of the duke of

Brittany. As he passed through the town of Vannes he stopped at a

tailor's shop, and bought a beautiful costume of brown velvet and a

white horse, which he paid for with a handful of gold that he had picked

up in the corridor of the castle of Kerglas. Thus he made his way to the

city of Nantes, which at that moment was besieged by the French.

A little way off, Peronnik stopped and looked about him. For miles round

the country was bare, for the enemy had cut down every tree and burnt

every blade of corn; and, idiot though he might be, Peronnik was able to

grasp that inside the gates men were dying of famine. He was still

gazing with horror, when a trumpeter appeared on the walls, and, after

blowing a loud blast, announced that the duke would adopt as his heir

the man who could drive the French out of the country.

On the four sides of the city the trumpeter blew his blast, and the last

time Peronnik, who had ridden up as close as he might, answered him.

'You need blow no more,' said he, 'for I myself will free the town from

her enemies.' And turning to a soldier who came running up, waving his

sword, he touched him with the magic lance, and he fell dead on the

spot. The men who were following stood still, amazed. Their comrade's

armour had not been pierced, of that they were sure, yet he was dead, as

if he had been struck to the heart. But before they had time to recover

from their astonishment, Peronnik cried out:

'You see how my foes will fare; now behold what I can do for my

friends,' and, stooping down, he laid the golden bowl against the mouth

of the soldier, who sat up as well as ever. Then, jumping his horse

across the trench, he entered the gate of the city, which had opened

wide enough to receive him.

The news of these marvels quickly spread through the town, and put fresh

spirit into the garrison, so that they declared themselves able to fight

under the command of the young stranger. And as the bowl restored all

the dead Bretons to life, Peronnik soon had an army large enough to

drive away the French, and fulfilled his promise of delivering his

country.

As to the bowl and the lance, no one knows what became of them, but some

say that Bryak the sorcerer managed to steal them again, and that any

one who wishes to possess them must seek them as Peronnik did.

From 'Le Foyer Breton,' par Emile Souvestre.