Folk Tales of Brittany: (Forgotten Books)
"This choice of folk-tales from Brittany via Elsie Masson, vividly illustrated by means of pen and ink drawings, is an relaxing learn. the standard folklore subject matters with Celtic effect are current and accounted for; humble peasants, magic cattle, enchanted castles, evil husbands, courageous little ones, star-crossed fanatics, and difficult fairies. really the latter. For a few cause the Breton fairies appear to have a extra adversarial, darker side, than in other places within the Celtic region." (Quote from sacred-texts.com)
Table of Contents:
Publisher's Preface; Foreword; The fortress Of Comorre; The Basin Of Gold And The Diamond Lance; girl Yolanda's Thimble; The Witch Of Lok Island; Little White-thorn And The speaking poultry; Princess Ahez And The misplaced urban; The Changeling; The Foster Brother; The Hunchback And The Elves; The 4 presents; The Magic Rocks And The Beggar; the rustic Bumpkin And The Hobgoblin; The Wasp, The Winged Needle And The Spider; Yannik, The Fairy baby; The Hazel Scepter
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seventy four] whilst Ninor was once relocating her bits of furnishings to her negative cottage, Fanche pretended to be sorry for her. "I am going to act to you as a brother and a Christian," stated he, "I have an outdated black cow which i have not been in a position to fatten and which infrequently offers sufficient milk to feed a brand new born babe. yet you could take her with you. White-thorn can retain her at the heath." White-thorn was once the widow's daughter. She was once approximately 11 years previous and she or he was once so faded that folks referred to as her through the identify of.
immediately it opened and out of it got here a cow simply because the chook had acknowledged. The cow's epidermis used to be as gentle as a maiden's cheek, her eyes tender because the mild of sunrise. She was once very light and White-thorn positioned the halter on her and led her over the water, after which over the fields, and during the woods, and around the heath until they reached the widow's cottage. And while White-thorn's mom, Ninor, observed the cow she used to be as satisfied as she have been unhappy. yet she was once nonetheless happier while she milked the cow, for the.
As he entered he observed that she was once creating a baby's satin hood lined with silver embroidery. while he beheld her paintings he grew faded and requested, "For what baby are you making that?" The princess who proposal that it will deliver him nice happiness spoke back, "In a little while, count number, a toddler may be born to us." no longer a observe stated Comorre in answer, yet his countenance grew darkish with anger and after having darted a poor examine the princess by surprise left the room. Tréphine glanced down and spotted.
Cow. For the wallets had in them simply sand, lifeless leaves, and a couple of scissors. Guilcher uttered a heartbroken cry in order that his spouse, who was once bolting the door, grew to become speedy round and requested him what used to be the problem. Then Guilcher poured out to her his story of the place he had gotten the wallets and all approximately what had occurred to him upon the heath. "Heaven support us!" cried the nice girl. "The elves were making game of you." "Alas! So I see," responded Guilcher, shaking his head unfortunately.
regarded round quick, and certain adequate, her horse had no tail! She had forgotten to say one while she advised the pixies what she needed. they'd taken her at her observe and had given her simply what she had requested for. Barbaïk was once sorely vexed and attempted to trip on speedy, however the horse wouldn't pass quicker, and he or she needed to publish with the entire jokes of the passers-by. by the point she reached domestic that night, rather than being thankful for the pixies' generosity, she was once angrier [p. 163] than ever.