"A kiss, mother!"
"No, bad boy, leave me alone!"
"A kiss, good mother; I beg you—do not deny me a caress—"
"Madalen, see those big tears in his eyes. Would you have the courage to refuse him an embrace?"
"Kiss me, dear child—I felt sorrier than you. Be gone, but come back early."
"One more kiss, good mother—good-bye—good-bye!"
Karadeucq left, wiping his tears. Three or four times he turned around to look at his mother—he then disappeared behind the trees. The day passed. My favorite did not return. The chase must have carried him far away. He will be here in the evening. I started to write this narrative that sorrow interrupted. It grew dark. Suddenly someone burst into my room. It was my son Jocelyn, closely followed by his wife. He cried.
"Father! Father! A great misfortune."
"Alas! Alas! father. I told you that the Korrigans and the stranger would be fatal to my son. Why did I yield to you? Why did I allow him to depart this morning? Why did I allow my beloved Karadeucq to go away! It is done for him! I shall never more see him again! Oh! unhappy woman that I am!
"What is the matter, Madalen? What is the matter, Jocelyn? What makes you look so pale? Why those tears? What has happened to Karadeucq?"