“Alas!” he cried, “wretch that I am, I have slain her who gave me birth!”
When he spoke thus the damsel turned deadly pale.
“In the name of heaven, sir, who are you?” she cried. “How are you named?”
“I am Morvan, son of Conan, and Lez-Breiz is my surname, my sister.”
The young girl stared for a moment, sighed, and then 216 fell into his arms; but soon she opened her eyes and praised God that she had found her long-lost brother.
The King’s Cavalier
But Lez-Breiz could not remain long at home. The tented field was his fireside, the battle his sport. Adventure followed adventure in his full and stirring life. One day he said to his young squire:
“Arouse you, my squire, and furnish my sword, my casque, and my shield, that I may redden them in the blood of the Franks, for with the help of God and this right arm I shall carry slaughter into their ranks this day.”
“Tell me, my lord,” asked the squire, “shall I not fight along with you to-day?”
Morvan smiled at the lad’s eagerness, perhaps because he remembered his own on the day he met the Count of Quimper, then a grave shadow crossed his face.