The Branding Needle; or, The Monastery of Charolles: A Tale of the First Communal CharterSue, Eugène
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The Branding Needle; or, The Monastery of Charolles: A Tale of the First Communal Charter
Sue, Eugène
Brunehaut, Queen, consort of Sigebert, King of Austrasia, 534-613; France -- History -- To 987 -- Fiction
I wish to enter upon this leaf a matter of importance to our family,
divided as it now is in two branches, one inhabiting Burgundy, the other
Brittany. In these days of civil wars and general disorder, the peace
and freedom that we now enjoy may at any time be violently assailed. Our
descendants will know how to die rather than relapse into slavery. But
should it happen that unforeseen causes prevent a heroic resolution, if
our family should again be brought under the yoke of servitude and its
members carried away captive, it will be well, as a matter of precaution
against unhappy days, alas! always possible, that the members of our
family should carry some sign of recognition indelibly marked upon an
arm with the point of a needle reddened in the fire and dipped in the
juice of the privet berry. The smart is but slight, and the tender skin
of a child receives and forever keeps the indelible mark. The Gallic
words _Brenn_ and _Karnak_, words that recall the glorious past of our
ancestors, are henceforth to be traced on the right arm of all the
children that may succeed us, and so forward from generation to
generation. Who knows but it may happen that members of our family, now
divided into two branches, may, in the course of the ages cross one
another's path? In that sign they will find the means of recognizing
each other, and render each other mutual assistance.
And now, Oh, our children, leaving the branding needle that I have used
upon my own grandchild as the symbol to accompany this narrative and be
joined to Hena's gold sickle, Guilhern's little brass bell, Sylvest's
iron collar, Genevieve's silver cross, Schanvoch's casque's lark and
Loysik's poniard's hilt, I fervently hope that this narrative may, as
all the preceding ones left by our ancestors, keep alive in your breasts
the flame of an ardent love for your country and for your family. And
may, Oh, my children! the moral conveyed by the adventures of my life,
and of the lives of my father Karadeucq and my brother Loysik never be
lost upon you. Gather from them instruction, example, hope and courage.
THE END.
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