"And her name?" asked Stumpy, "the name of that virgin who is to deliver us from war!"
Hena looked towards her father and mother with tenderness and serenity and said:
"The virgin who is to die is one of the nine female druids of the Isle of Sen. Her name is Hena. She is the daughter of Margarid and Joel, the brenn of the tribe of Karnak!"
Deep silence fell upon the family of Joel. None, not one present, expected to see Hena travel so soon yonder. None, not one present, neither her father, nor her mother, nor her brothers, nor any of her other relatives, was prepared for the farewells of the sudden journey.
The children joined their little hands and said weeping:
"What!... Leave us so soon?... Our Hena?... Why do you journey away?"
The father and mother looked at each other and sighed.
Margarid said to Hena: "Joel and Margarid believed that they would have to wait for their dear daughter in those unknown worlds, where we continue to live and where we meet again those whom we have loved here.... But it is to be otherwise. It is Hena who will precede us."
"And perhaps," said the brenn, "our sweet and dear daughter will not long have to wait for us—"
"May her blood, innocent and pure as a lamb's, appease the wrath of Hesus!" added Margarid; "May we soon be able to follow our dear daughter and inform her that Gaul is delivered from the stranger."