And her arm-chair by the hearth-stone,
Where ‘twas wont to be.
Her blest cross I wear—the only
Comfort left to me.”
Groaned so deeply Seigneur Lez-Breiz
That the maiden said,
“You, lord knight, have lost a mother?
Your heart, too, has bled?”
“Lost my mother have I truly:
Her myself I slew!”
“In the name of heaven, then, sir,
Who and what are you?”
“I am Morvan, son of Konan:
Lez-Breiz named am I,
Sister mine.” The young girl trembled
As one like to die.
Both his arms the brother folded
Round his sister dear,
And the maiden fondly kissed him,
Shedding many a tear.