"Dear Madalen, be not in such fear for your son, nor you my sweet Roselyk for your brother. Perhaps it is better not to challenge the hobgoblins and fairies on a stormy night, but your fears are idle. There is no wolf prowling about here; if there were, Erer would long ago have bitten off the panel of the door and rushed to the encounter of the unwelcome guest—"
"Father is right—it may be a stranger who lost his way."
"Come, Kervan, come brother, let's to the gate of the yard."
"My son, you stay here by my side—"
"But, mother, I cannot allow my brother Kervan to go out alone."
"Hark! Hark! It seems to me I hear a voice calling—"
"Alas! mother, some misfortune threatens our house—you said it—"
"Roselyk, my child, do not add fuel to your mother's fright. What is there astonishing in a traveler calling from without to have the door opened to him—"
"His cries are not human—I am frozen with fear—"
"You come with me, Kervan, seeing that your mother wishes to keep Karadeucq near her. Although this is a quiet neighborhood, hand me my 'pen-bas,' and take yours along, my boy."