Forthwith to recapitate me:
Wilt thou do the will of Heaven?”
“If, in sooth, high Heaven permits me
To recapitate my lord,
With good will I do so, proving
By my very deed my word;
For right well have you defended
Bretons by your knightly sword.
“Thus I place upon your shoulders
Once again your severed head:
Be, my son, recapitated,
In the Name all spirits dread.”
By the power of holy water
Freely sprinkled him upon,
Back to very manhood changing
Lez-Breiz stood—the spectre gone.
When the spectre thus had vanished,
Changed to veritable man:
“With me now you must hard penance
Do,” the hermit sage began.