ez would give him no trouble, he told him
how, during that very night, the treasures under the stones would be
uncovered, and how in a very few minutes they could take enough to make
them both rich for life. But he kept silence as to the fate that awaited
the man who was without the crowsfoot and the trefoil, and Bernez
thought that nothing but boldness and quickness were necessary. So he
said:

'Old man, I am grateful, indeed, for the chance you have given me, and
there will always be a pint of my blood at your service. Just let me
finish carving this cross. It is nearly done, and I will join you in the
fir wood at whatever hour you please.'

'You must be there without fail an hour before midnight,' answered the
wizard, and went on his way.

As the hour struck from the great church at Plouhinec, Bernez entered
the wood. He found the beggar already there with a bag in each hand, and
a third slung round his neck.

'You are punctual,' said the old man, 'but we need not start just yet.
You had better sit down and think what you will do when your pockets are
filled with gold and silver and jewels.'

'Oh, it won't take me long to plan out that,' returned Bernez with a
laugh. 'I shall give Rozennik everything she can desire, dresses of all
sorts, from cotton to silk, and good things of all kinds to eat, from
white bread to oranges.'

'The silver you find will pay for all that, and what about the gold?'

'With the gold I shall make rich Rozennik's relations and every friend
of hers in the parish,' replied he.

'So much for the gold; and the jewels?'

'Then,' cried Bernez, 'I will divide the jewels amongst everybody in the
world, so that they may be wealthy and happy; and I will tell them that
it is Rozennik who would have it so.'

'Hush! it is close on midnight--we must go,' whispered the wizard, and
together they crept to the edge of the wood.

With the first stroke of twelve a great noise arose over the silent
heath, and the earth seemed to rock under the feet of the two watchers.
The next moment by the light of the moon they beheld the huge stones
near them leave their places and go down the slope leading to the river,
knocking against each other in their haste. Passing the spot where stood
Bernez and the beggar, they were lost in the darkness. It seemed as if a
procession of giants had gone by.

'Quick,' said the wizard, in a low voice, and he rushed towards the
empty holes, which even in the night shone bri