"Good God, Gildas! Is the man a peddler?"
"Roselyk, Roselyk, does not that also sound like mother? You are right, all mothers' hearts are alike."
"No, Martha; the young man does not look like a peddler to me. Judging by his resolute mien, he would sooner be taken for a soldier. He carries a long dagger in his belt—here he is himself."
"Step in, traveler. Did you ask for the dwelling of Kervan, the son of Jocelyn? Do you wish to see Kervan? I am Kervan."
"Greeting to you and yours, Kervan. But why do you look at me so wonderingly?"
"Roselyk, look well at this young man—look at his eyes, his forehead, his bearing, his face."
"Oh, brother, one sees strange resemblances at times. One would think that our brother Karadeucq himself stood before us—that is how he looked at the time that he ran away."
"Roselyk, do you not notice that the stranger seems strangely affected? There are tears in his eyes. Say, young man, are you the son of Karadeucq?"
The answer of Ronan the Vagre was to throw himself on the neck of his father's brother, after which he embraced no less effusively Martha, Roselyk and Yvon. After the tears were dried and the first emotion appeased, the first words that simultaneously parted from the lips of Kervan and Roselyk were:
"And our brother, our beloved Karadeucq? What tidings do you bring us from him?"