One evening towards nightfall--the evening before the anniversary of the day when Hena, his daughter, his well-beloved daughter was born unto him--it is now eighteen years ago--Joel and his eldest son Guilhern were returning home in a chariot drawn by four of those fine little Breton oxen whose horns are smaller than their ears. Joel and his son had been laying marl on their lands, as is usually done in the autumn, so that the lands may be in good condition for seed-time in the spring. The chariot was slowly climbing up the hill of Craig'h at a place where that mountainous road is narrowed between two rocks, and from where the sea is seen at a distance, and still farther away the Isle of Sen--the mysterious and sacred isle. "Father," Guilhern said to Joel, "look down there below on the flank of the hill. There is a rider coming this way. Despite the steepness of the descent, he has put his horse to a gallop." "As sure as the good Elldud invented the plow, that man will break his neck." "Where can he be riding to in such a hurry? The sun is going down; the wind blows high and threatens a storm; and that road that leads to the desert strand--" "Son, that man is not of Breton Gaul. He wears a furred cap and a shaggy coat, and his tanned-skin hose are fastened with red bands." "A short axe hangs at his right and he has a long knife in a sheath at his left." "His large black horse does not seem to stumble in the descent.... Where can he be going in such a hurry?" "Father, the man must have lost his way." "Oh, my son, may Teutates hear you! We shall tender our hospitality to the rider. His dress tells he is a stranger. What beautiful stories will he not be able to tell us of his country and his travels!" "May the divine Ogmi, whose words bind men in golden chains, be propitious to us, father! It is long since any strange story-teller has sat at our hearth." "Besides, we have had no news of what is going on elsewhere in Gaul." "Unfortunately so!" "Oh, my son, if I were all-powerful as Hesus, I would have a new story-teller every evening at supper." "I would send men traveling everywhere, and have them return and tell their adventures." "And if I had the power of Hesus, what wonderful adventures would I not provide for my travelers so as to increase the interest in their stories on their return." "Father, the rider is coming close to us!" "Yes, he reins in because the road is here narrow, and we bar his passage with our chariot. Come, Guilhern, the moment is favorable; the passenger must have lost his way; let us offer him hospitality for to-night. We shall then keep him to-morrow, and perhaps several other days. We shall have done him a good turn, and he will give us the news from Gaul and of the other countries that he has visited." "Besides, it will be a great joy to my sister Hena who is to come home to-morrow for the feast of her birthday."