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LVON AN DORIN EE TE
opinion among the Kervers that the fair-haired lady was
none other than the witch, the godmother of the giant. I
am not sure enough of the fact, however, to dare warrant
it. It is always prudent to believe, without proof, that a
woman may be a witch, but it is never wise to say so.
What I can say on the word of a historian is that the feast.
interrupted for a moment, went on gayer than ever. Early
the next morning they went to the church, where, to the joy
of his heart, Yvon married Finette, who was no longer
afraid of evil spirits; after which they ate, drank, and
danced for thirty-six hours, without any one thinking of
resting. The steward’s arms were a little heavy, the
bailiff rubbed his back at times, and the seneschal felt a
sort of weariness in his limbs, but all three had a weight on
their consciences which they could not shake off, and which
made them tremble and flutter, till finally they fell on the
ground and were carried off. Finette took no other ven¬
geance on them; her only desire was to render all happy
around her, far and near, who belonged to the noble house
of Kerver. Her memory still lives in Brittany; and
among the ruins of the old castle, any one will show you
the statue of the good lady, with five bullets in her hand.