No longer now was he lonely, no longer did he wander solitary beneath
the stars, for the lovely Fée was as true and tender as mortal woman,
and made him a faithful wife. Sons were denied them, but seven fair
daughters came, and he called them after the seven gems that graced
their mother's diadem.
The maidens were of such supreme loveliness that as they grew up to
womanhood they were known as the Seven Fair Queens; each was without
rival in her own style of beauty. Pearl was fair as day, with a skin
like milk; Ruby's dark splendour was a gift from the Queen of Night,
and her red, red mouth the bud of a perfect flower. The glorious hair
of Amber fell round her shoulders in shimmering waves of light, and
sunbeams lost themselves in her lashes. Sweet Turquoise had her mother's
eyes of blue forget-me-not, while Sapphire's were of deeper hue, and
Amethyst's that of the violet. Chrysolite's were a misty green, like the
sky in the early morning, and no mermaid sang sweeter songs than she as
she sat on the rocks at low tide.
There came a time when the father of the Seven Fair Queens fell very
sick, and not all his potions could prolong his days. His call had come,
and so closely were he and Norina united, that one eve at sunset her
life went out with his. For awhile their orphaned daughters wept with
grief as they paced the gardens, or sat by the crackling fire in the
great hall. But youth cannot mourn for ever, and with a second spring,
glad hopes came back to them, and once more they rode in the chase.
Since they were rich as well as beautiful you may be sure they had many
wooers, but all preferred to reign alone.
'When we wed, it will be with Fées!' they said disdainfully. This
angered their lovers, and presently they were left in peace.
Full wisely did they use their parents' wealth, improving the land and
making sure provision for all dependant on their bounty. On the coast
of the Cotentin they built the Castle of Pirou, which gave work to the
poor for several succeeding years, and when it was finished they filled
it with gorgeous tapestries and all the treasures of art they could
collect. Here they lived in splendour, keeping open house; no passing
wayfarer, however humble, need miss a welcome if he cared to claim it.
They were still in the first full bloom of their beauty when their fame
reached the ears of one of the great sea pirates, the dreaded Vikings
who rode the waves like giant birds of prey. North, South, East and
West, from Norway and Sweden, and little Denmark, they sailed in search
of plunder, and such was their love of fighting that they would, if
need be, challenge each other rather than allow their swords to rust
with disuse. Although they robbed, they were brave men, and believed
themselves entitled to all they took. Their vessels were small, and
light of draught, so they could penetrate many rivers, but the great
chiefs chose the sea for their battle ground, and ravaged many a town
and village on the coast of France.
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