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The legend of
(Claude Achille)
There from where I speak to you, the life is so strong that even the stones speak,
the animals and the plants look at you and many time they raise this question: Why did they forget us? …
It there more than three thousand years of that, whereas even the Celts were still in their distance country, the people of lived in peace on the grounds of the great voyage.
Nothing disturbed the natural balance of the life and the jealousy did not exist in the people's mind, there was of course, a chief in each village, but it often was chosen by put oldest of the wise ones, because at that time the experiment of the life had value of wisdom. The consulting of the patriarchs helped it in his spot of manager of the small problems of Community decision:
Who? To know if the reserves of the village were sufficient to spend one comfortable winter.
Who? To decide if his/her son were to leave to seek a partner in a nearby village.
In short a life far from all quarrels. At that time, the alive clam on the border of the two pillars of the universe (sea and ground) this appointed the “ year ”, their chief a noble patriarch had an only daughter who bore the soft name of . Its beauty was admired of all. Already with its birth the women of the village were in ecstasy in front of this so beautiful expression of the grace and innocence.
The years distilled, the moon after the moon, taking into consideration , leaning each day on its bronze mirror, the reflection of a very beautiful young woman. She took great care of all her body, so much so that she refused to grant, when the age of nuptials arrived, its hand with the many applicants who made their request with his father.
Finding with that one the too long nose, the aforementioned the badly fitted teeth or of the twisted gambas, but especially that they missed all grace and of elegance, short had a very high opinion of its image.
Each morning, to the survey of the day, it went in the meadows, to gather the pearls of the night to make its toilet. The old woman had sworn to him that with this water of the sky never she would not see her face being marked by the furrows of the time which passes.
It is by one small hour of the equinoxes that the drama arrived.
Leaning above its water vase of the sky, she lives on her face, there very close to her eyes hazel nut, a small fold on her skin, was the mark of a fine incipient wrinkle.
It was a so strong shock, a so major emotion, that an intense cry left its chest, where at least she it believed, because nobody disturbed this moment of anger. It cursed the water of the sky, it cursed time, this ungrateful. She howled in the world her hatred, so much so that even the birds stopped singing.
After two good hours of , a buzz captured the spirit to him:
- Why cry thus? Seemed to tell him this murmur.
Without seeking to see which could thus speak with its ear, she explained her great misfortune and the major hatred which she had to see disfigured.
- Why not imprison time? He answered the channel.
- Time? … But how? . Time is not alive!
- It is true, but aren't the things as we do them?
- Tell me, you which say you so erudite, how to keep forever stopped time?
- We are at two days of the solstice of spring, it is necessary you to learn a magic formula by heart and to follow my recommendations to the letter, without discussing nor to mislead you! … Known as the bumblebee of a dry tone.
- But what will you ask me in exchange of this secrecy? Known as anxious.
- Nothing my beautiful! Nothing, since me also I want to live eternally. I cannot imprison time myself, it is impossible for the bumblebee that I am. Let us associate our forces! … The insect Insisted.
- Very well, to go concluded! Answered without very seeking to look at this quite strange character.
- Then I listens well! Known as the bumblebee by lowering the channel.
- Tomorrow morning you will gather the water of the flowers, you will collect gray clay of the estran and you will take drink dry Yew of the four paths. You will manufacture a pot with the ground of estran and the water of the flowers which you will anneal twenty hours in the fire of the Yew. After tomorrow when the full moon of the first spring rises, you will leave on the estran and in the mudhole you will dig a hole of a foot of depth, there at the bottom of the hole you will pose the pot of ground and the isolated arms you will pronounce a magic formula by looking at the mouse of lady the moon. Time will re-enter in the pot and you will stop the hole of vase on him. Thus captive time will stop counting the days! …
- It is too simple! Pretentious affirmed.
- Not it is not all, each full moon you will have to go close to the prison of vase to recite the magic words there, in order to keep this effective magic spell. You will need, young , being very discrete because nobody must know our secrecy! … The bumblebee approached the ear of and in a language, that only the large magi know, recited the magic words.
All the instructions of the bumblebee were made by the young woman, it took great care in the choice of each thing and the so much awaited evening, it took the management of the mudhole which appoints today “the bay of the hell”, to each pitch its feet were inserted in the sediment furnishs and its glance sought around it if there were no spies or curious to observe it. It chooses its hiding-place carefully and dug a hole of a foot of depth, posed the ground pot in its content and looking at the mouse of the star of the night, the formula pronounced several times until it feels a last hot wind and to turn around it and to re-enter in the pot. Of a fast epic it stopped the hole, then the traces of pitch in the mud and finally washed the hands and the feet in the small fresh water brook which court on the strike. It re-entered to it while jumping of joy and by singing to the glory of her friend the bumblebee. The eternal beauty of its life showed hot, it shone happiness.
This evening there, under the blocks of rock of the estran, a small marine animal, which sought its food, had seen all the scene. A young person who, as everyone knows, knows the language of the druids and the magi, understood immediately what had just done at time. It remained a long time to observe the place where time was buried, perhaps waiting that somebody comes to save the world, then it left in enough deep to tell with the others living of the estran what it had just seen.
She explained to the animals present the misfortune which had arrived this night. , chubs, shrimps, crabs, anemone, but also winkles, , bow nets, for all to say all joined together enough were frightened and very in anger at the same time. All had indicated lady , since it had all considering, so that it goes at once to the lake palate of the queen of the oceans, mow-low where the laminar ones hide the castle of light, crowned site of the court depths.
Benefitting from the marine currents of equinox, traversed the path which in record time separated it from large laminar, for a so small fish, he should be also said that the situation was serious.
Time being to imprison, each day started again without end identical to the day before, all were fixed in an eternal restarting, alive without stop the same day. The whole nature of the events was identical day after day. That made five days whole that tried to carry out its voyage without success, when the force of the equinoctial tide the large gate of the magic palate depths.
The poor small fish of rock did not believe of them its eyes, the size of the place seemed to him gigantic, it of sounds, odors, strange waves, a crowd of marine animals of any kind went and came in all the directions, it alone access path towards the mistress of the oceans could accommodate an army from at least thousand .
Arrived close to the cave of the oral hearings, surrounded by its advised its seigniory of salt water its gilded fin indicated it. An enormous salmon pushed until the support center. Vis-a-vis the lord his core leaped so extremely in its chest which he believed to die of fear, but the words left its effortlessly mouth.
- My lord, I come from the estran, an young woman of the name of with fact captive time in a ground pot. pity of us, your majesty, to help us, release us of this curse! …
- I know all that recently and I made ask for the largest magician of the men. Known as the queen by showing to her fin an old sitted man allowed his advised.
- I introduce the very large druid, friend of the small people to you of the fairies and large enchanting, the only one which with being able to act on the life of the beings which breathe out of water. He appears (known as the queen with a great smile) which he is immortal! …
looked at the large magician in the eyes and it felt a strong heat to invade all its body. in a great movement of the hand, made disappear all around him. believed to die surrounded in the frozen fog of the voyage. Then it found enough its spirits and recognized its, its stone, his friends who looked at all in his back. It was turned over and found, sitted on a large block of rock, main which smiled to him.
- Me small know you say another thing that the little hole of your enough, you feel you capable of courage and patience? …
- ! Yes I, but can you believe really help us? …
- Very well, listen to me young living estran, the magic spell which struck time to be broken little, it will be necessary all for you to go the day of full moon, close to the hiding-place of , where she imprisoned time. You will have with your fins, your body, your legs, tails and all what you will want, to make the mud soft and sticking all around the site or the pot is hidden. Will you do it? … Known as by looking them in the eyes ones after the others.
- Easy! Known as which played a little the chief. We will make like wishing it to you, but if sees us, is not likely you it not to destroy us? …
- Do not worry you I will see the king from this pitch of the mosquitos who will undertake to make diversion. It is necessary absolutely that it falls on the prison from time so that the charm breaks and that time takes again its place in your universe, it is as simple as that. Will you do it?
It was one yes! Unanimous. All the good wills of the estran were justified to do what the enchanter their asked.
There a light fog wrapped the charmer, then a flash of light and more nothing, had disappeared, leaving them on the estran, not knowing how long had occurred, nor if they had dreamed. How long should they wait? … It is which spoke the first.
- It is enough for us to begin this following night and every night! Known as very proud to be the heroin of the situation.
The evening even, the moon very high in the sky, when had already appeared on the strike. It advanced with precaution looking at sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right as it forwarded an event there. The mudhole suddenly became dark, a small cloud hid the moon and as by magic spell the shade of the cloud followed the young woman step by step. Arrival close to its hiding-place , always anxious, looked with its feet.
- But the mudhole moves! She tells to high channel.
It was well-them, our friends of the estran, with at the head. All were agitated on the surface of the sediment to make this mud so soft that started to be inserted to the knees. At this point in time the small cloud went down from the sky with an incredible buzz. It was the king of the mosquitos who arrived with an army of several million soldiers.
They dive, turn and mend still and still, making the young woman insane of anger. It beat the air of its arms, gesticulating by stirring the vacuum in all the directions, until its inevitable fall in the mud.
It collapsed, just on the site which it had dug for the time, which, for the blow, was released from its trap.
A very strong and hot wind whirled on the spot, raising the hair and carrying clothing of which pushed shout horrible. All looked at this incredible spectacle. The body of the young woman was inserted in the mud, in a few seconds, one saw nothing any more but the head of with close to his ears his hands and under his chin his two feet which exceeded. Its tail became deformed to take the form of a carapace of green color, its feet re-entered under its and its fingers were transformed into legs like its inches out of grips.
- Yes! of had come a green crab, it escaped while going of through, leaving behind it that the sound of its complaints and the traces of its legs.
Nobody intended any more the channel young woman to beseech it the large goddess to keep stopped time.
For three thousand long years nobody has sought to release of this magic spell.
If you understand one night of full moon, to sing the wind in . If you perceive a choked channel which whispers with your ear, of the canticles in an unknown language!
Leave this place at once, you do not turn over, time forever forgotten what an young woman had done to him.
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