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Presentation

Hear! Hear, brave people, proud lords and damsels,
Inflexible guarantors of the fiefdoms of the kingdom of Arthur, our citadel king.
So hear this story, without fainting, without turning away
Or wrong you in the slightest, I'll tell you the story.

It's a beautiful Pentecost day in Cardoel, and the King is celebrating his court.
Great feasts and many jousts, jugglers in fine attire.
Storytellers from all countries meet there and all, by God,
Are honored according to their prowess and wishes.

Hear, hear, on this day, noble and joyful,
Lords and damsels are feasting sumptuously.
A lady in distress comes running on a white palfrey,
Call for a brave knight to defend his rank.

No one can see more beautiful people in the surrounding kingdoms!
Magnificent knights, elegant young ladies, beautiful budding toddlers!
Sir Gawain, Monsignor Lancelot du Lac, Yvain the brave,
Percival the Welsh, renowned by God,

Érec and Cligès, the good Jauffé, Caradoc Biesbras…
All came protected by Saint Honorat.
All honor our good King with his exemplary values.
Everyone strives to make him proud!

Hear, hear, on this day, noble and joyful,
Lords and damsels are feasting sumptuously.
A lady in distress comes running on a white palfrey,
Call for a brave knight to defend his rank.

The adventure arrived mounted on a palfrey of delicate whiteness.
A lady so elegant that no one doubted her noble birth,
Urged the good king with a request for a cantata.
What a daring young lady! What outrageous indecency!

My lady immediately requires a knight
From your court, of high lineage and well dressed!
Who will know how to defend his honor, brighten his face,
Protect your land from the sordid neighborhood.

I will do honor to your court, the brave Enguerrand will then write,
We will leave as soon as my lady wishes, promptly.
I promise not to take pleasure before
Whether this adventure kills me or proudly elevates me.

Hear, hear, on this day, noble and joyful,
Lords and damsels are feasting sumptuously.
A lady in distress comes running on a white palfrey,
Call for a brave knight to defend his rank.

My lady will therefore be valiantly escorted,
By the most beautiful and the bravest.
A pure-hearted, blue-eyed knight of my court,
With the sweet name of Enguerrand, and with an exalted soul.

Hear, hear, on this day, noble and joyful,
Lords and damsels are feasting sumptuously.
A lady in distress comes running on a white palfrey,
Call for a brave knight to defend his rank.

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First adventure

Show them, dear Rascal, what you are capable of doing,
But don't get tired, my brother, don't wear out your irons too much!
Thus sprang the gentle and kind knight,
On the roads of Francie, our three riders set off.

Adémard, the faithful squire and the beautiful young lady,
Enguerrand followed until Compline.
Under the dying sun, majestic caravel,
Asked about a home to spend the night in.

Under the moon and the shadows, a black sorcerer prowled,
But Merlin, the wise man, foiled all his charms.
By the strength of the fairies and the cunning of the soothsayer,
Enguerrand triumphed, under the beautiful witnessing skies.

It's in a beautiful castle, on the edge of a forest,
That they were welcomed with pomp and respect.
Bertrand de Mont-Les-Gardes, the valiant squire,
Of our three companions, he met the needs.

Under the moon, under the dark branches,
A terrible sorcerer haunted outside.
Everyone was afraid of it, cried out in sleepless nights,
And begged, prayed that this sad person would be punished.

Under the moon and the shadows, a black sorcerer prowled,
But Merlin, the wise man, foiled all his charms.
By the strength of the fairies and the cunning of the soothsayer,
Enguerrand triumphed, under the beautiful witnessing skies.

Enguerrand accepted the test and hardly denied it
His pride and joy in going into this war.
But the arrogant sorcerer is very discourteous,
And proudly came out of a shady undergrowth.

By dint of magic, he manhandled without difficulty,
The handsome knight who let go of his reins.
Without the help of an old sorcerer who passed by,
We would have finished our story and the brave would have died.

Under the moon, under the dark branches,
A terrible sorcerer haunted outside.
Everyone was afraid of it, cried out in sleepless nights,
And begged, prayed that this sad person would be punished.

No one can compete against the terrible Merlin,
Mandated by Arthur to protect his people.
This first adventure was not very glorious,
But in the eyes of the guests, she remained victorious.

Under the moon and the shadows, a black sorcerer prowled,
But Merlin, the wise man, foiled all his charms.
By the strength of the fairies and the cunning of the soothsayer,
Enguerrand triumphed, under the beautiful witnessing skies.

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Knight with roussin

It’s at the end of a clearing, just in front of a ford,
That they met a very special knight.
Although very well armed, he stood on the worst of the roussins.
A knight on a poor mount, at least a sad fate.

May God save you, knight! And the joust was ordered!
The poor knight jealous of Fripon, the beautiful mount,
Offended Enguerrand in order to steal it from him.
What an outrageous knight! What dark scum!

Combat of spears, clash of shields,
In the moor the battle echoed.
Poor roussin could not compete
With Fripon and his less haughty port.

Have mercy, begged the bad knight!
Discomfited, irritated, his armor cracked,
He went towards Arthur with his nose down,
To make himself prisoner.

May God save you, knight! And the joust was ordered!
The poor knight jealous of Fripon, the beautiful mount,
Offended Enguerrand in order to steal it from him.
What an outrageous knight! What dark scum!

Lady Clothilde, the beautiful damsel,
With its unparalleled look and rump,
Began to consider our brave knight,
Even more than a daily friend.

What an honor! What bravery! His thoughts trembled,
If he wasn't so young, I would have married him!
In secret then had to increase,
A flame as strong as it would be clumsy.

May God save you, knight! And the joust was ordered!
The poor knight jealous of Fripon, the beautiful mount,
Offended Enguerrand in order to steal it from him.
What an outrageous knight! What dark scum!

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The hermit

It is said, the proud lord Perceval is the biblical guarantor,
That Joseph of Arimathea brought back the Holy Relics.
That he led them to Brittany, and, on a road, very near here,
He hid one in the waters of a fountain with a precious crucifix.

No knight has been able to find this fountain to this day!
But it exists, be sure of it.
It is written that at the dawn of a day, with the cold and its bite,
A nameless knight will discover the fountain, the relic and love.

Two small gold coins on the closed eyes of Christ,
Lovingly collected her last tears.
Two sacred coins for being king on the Styx,
Which retain an eternal charm.

The tears of our Lord water the earth,
And the earth never lacks water.
How great would be the prowess of a knight in air,
Without a name to bear and without a big castle!

Our brave knight set off on the little path,
In the direction that the hermit had indicated to him.
The hours passed and the forest had no end.
Dark and dangerous, many would have changed their path.

Two small gold coins on the closed eyes of Christ,
Lovingly collected her last tears.
Two sacred coins for being king on the Styx,
Which retain an eternal charm.

Enguerrand continued despite all the dangers,
Forging a path with great sword blows.
But nothing appeared and he despaired.
Compline was fast approaching and he was lamenting.

Beyond a grove more difficult to cut,
He saw, through the foliage, the sparkling fountain.
His heart accelerated as he admired the finely chiseled bowl.
And its carpet of golden pieces of dazzling beauty.

Two small gold coins on the closed eyes of Christ,
Lovingly collected her last tears.
Two sacred coins for being king on the Styx,
Which retain an eternal charm.

A thief would undoubtedly have taken everything,
And his soul would have had to pay the heavy tithe.
But Enguerrand with the pure heart glorified,
Was the chosen one of the angels, with unanimous love.

As the good knight did not dare to take a single piece,
For fear of making a mistake and losing nobility;
He cried and his tears came to caress the sweet delicacy,
Sparkling water and pure like a beautiful mass.

Two small gold coins on the closed eyes of Christ,
Lovingly collected her last tears.
Two sacred coins for being king on the Styx,
Which retain an eternal charm.

The majestic fountain lit up twice as brightly,
And among these riches and this surplus gold,
The two sacred relics rose into the air.
Delicately they posed, offered to our knight.

This new completed quest further exhilarated Lady Clothilde,
Who, without making a sound, without permission, waited until he was not audible,
To steal from the gentle sleeping knight a guilty kiss.
A kiss that would become a fearsome demon for the lady.

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Lady Clothilde

Poor fool that I am! I got that kiss!
But I'm not satisfied with it! Poor fool! You knew it !
Can't you hold your heart better than that?
What a lack of courtesy and good manners to steal the excitement in this way!

Lady Clotilde, her heart filled with sad words,
Questions were asked all night.
How hard it is, always, to fall in love with someone and put a gag on!
To wait to be loved on palm morning!

Lady Clothilde, with exalted desires
Intoxicated with daydreams and hidden gestures.
Wild antics and stolen kisses,
Manhandled his mind and targeted his cheerfulness.

Overflowing with a love that we know is unfair
Since he lives only in one and only heart,
Without a return, without august tenderness,
There is nothing but misery and disgusting lengths.

But Love makes fun of all this,
On the contrary, he feasts from cradle to death!
How many lives can pass before Love
Doesn't it become fair? How many more of these deaf lies?

Lady Clothilde, with exalted desires
Intoxicated with daydreams and hidden gestures.
Wild antics and stolen kisses,
Manhandled his mind and targeted his cheerfulness.

And these desires that we have towards the loved one,
Unfulfilled desires, torturous desires, fiery desires.
Do they not exist so that the soul may be delighted and the spirit joyful?
So as not to wither from his heady and salty dreams!

But so is the heart, always in turmoil,
For a look, For a gesture, by a sneaky desire.
And the beautiful damsel fell asleep at the poignant dawn,
For a handful of hours she dreamed, smiling.

Lady Clothilde, with exalted desires
Intoxicated with daydreams and hidden gestures.
Wild antics and stolen kisses,
Manhandled his mind and targeted his cheerfulness.

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The ancient forest

Hello peasant! May he who nourishes the earth protect you!
Do you know where we could find accommodation without too many spells?
My poor sir, between now and tomorrow you will not find anything!
You will have to cross the forest that we see in the distance...

It's a cursed place!
He said, spitting on the ground and making the sign of the cross.
Be sure of it, Cursed!
Let the terrible death be my witness!

Beautiful knight, if you knew what awaits you in this cursed forest,
You would turn your eyes away from these blackened trees!
You would sign your forehead with holy water,
And in the early morning I would ask for thanks!

Enguerrand was not at ease and did not want to show anything of his moods.
He was greatly tormented by having to put his companions to sleep
On the ground, on dead leaves, in such a home.
But he continued until the edge despite all the sermons.

On a badly dented mule called Frénégonde,
A ragged, filthy woman presented herself.
She screamed and cried, pulled out her hair,
Because in this cursed forest he had lost his beggar.

Beautiful knight, if you knew what awaits you in this cursed forest,
You would turn your eyes away from these blackened trees!
You would sign your forehead with holy water,
And in the early morning I would ask for thanks!

Our good knight promised to help him,
If only he could, if only he could see it.
And sheepishly they entered the odious forest.
Observing all the curious shadows around.

As they advanced deeper,
They were stopped by three fairies, with a distorted appearance.
These three had very little ambiguity,
Eager to place our good knight hostage.

To choose between the young beggar and the noble Enguerrand,
The three fairies hardly hesitated for long!
The beggar went to join his lady and the mule Frénégonde,
Running, running away from this massacre.

Beautiful knight, if you knew what awaits you in this cursed forest,
You would turn your eyes away from these blackened trees!
You would sign your forehead with holy water,
And in the early morning I would ask for thanks!

The fairies hummed songs that made you mad with rage
But he couldn't do anything. Only magic could defeat them.

Knight lying down for our pleasure.
Knight disarmed for nothing he desires.
Lie down knight and dream under this poplar.
We take you and your beauty!

Suddenly, from the other side of the square came a familiar voice.
You will do nothing, dark harpies, sad shrews!
It’s him, my sisters! He's too strong for us!
Let's run away! Let's run away! He's going to wring our necks!

Without waiting for his due, his zealous reward,
The man disappeared as did the winged carrion.
As the braves waited to leave this forest,
And to continue venturing far from his orphanage.

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The bandits of Fond-de-Sac

Hello lord! exclaimed a brigand, “hi!
You seem very weighed down by your purses!
Leave us your gold, your mounts and the lady
So no harm will come to you! The bandit ordered.

Cowards! You will have neither this lady nor anything else!
Come down from your lark perch,
And come, one by one, to face me in a grandiose battle!
Together we will empty your plump purses!

On the winding paths of this wasteful countryside,
Dirty, toothless and stinking bandits wandered around.
They wanted to take everything, poor wretches of plenty,
Nauseous shaggy, too proud while grumbling.

The first of the brigands who dared to clash with our knight
Realized his mistake very quickly when he fell dead.
Enguerrand had lodged his fabulous sword for him,
To the hilt, deep in the heart, without even a single remorse.

The other grunts, enraged and furious,
They threw themselves on the brave as a single fighter.
Sword blows, war cries, these thugs are good warriors,
Mistreated Enguerrand like ragged dogs.

On the winding paths of this wasteful countryside,
Dirty, toothless and stinking bandits wandered around.
They wanted to take everything, poor wretches of plenty,
Nauseous shaggy, too proud while grumbling.

After a long fight there were only three left,
But these were livelier than snakes!
One shot to the left, two skillful shots,
And three responses from Enguerrand’s side.

No more helm, no hauberk, barely a belt,
The sword blows rained down on the poor burgher.
It is with strength and courage that the good knight,
Cut the others in two before collapsing.

On the winding paths of this wasteful countryside,
Dirty, toothless and stinking bandits wandered around.
They wanted to take everything, poor wretches of plenty,
Nauseous shaggy, too proud while grumbling.

God pity cried Lady Clothilde running to the bedside,
Of the beautiful fainted heart that lay in his blood.
The beautiful young lady, too moved, also fainted,
And near the knight slowly lay down.

It is the faithful squire, Adémard de Belle Montagne,
What fell to the heavy task of saving these two souls.
He harnessed the bodies with force and grabbed,
And left promptly without anyone blaming him.

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Providence

It’s in the bandits’ cave, the providence landmark,
That our heroes could find a roof, a sweet residence.
Our good knight, dying, was almost no longer breathing.
And everyone was anxious, the faithful squire, the beautiful mamelule.

All these wounds cleaned, the brave was saved.
While Lady Clothilde gradually regained her senses.
She almost fainted at seeing her handsome knight like this,
Now she sighs to watch him helpless, thank you.

Good knight, everyone watches over you and you no longer move.
The hours pass and you lie there, exhausted.
The beautiful young lady looks at you, languishes,
To take care of yourself, snuggled up, in your bed.

When the silky fabric that covered the naked body,
Quivered or rustled, The young lady immediately jumped.
In silence she cursed not being alone, without restraint,
Seeing our good knight at the highest level excited him.

God ! Savior of the Earth, of the righteous, of the light!
Don't let this knight die without becoming a father!
That would be great injustice on your part!
This knight deserves glory, fame in a noble part!

Good knight, everyone watches over you and you no longer move.
The hours pass and you lie there, exhausted.
The beautiful young lady looks at you, languishes,
To take care of yourself, snuggled up, in your bed.

Compline was over. Everyone had fallen asleep.
Sometimes they both woke up with a start,
Because Enguerrand seemed to have spoken, shouted, even moaned.
For a good week, nothing came from the fiery knight.

If you take it again tonight or in three days, good God.
If you call him to you and leave me alone, there, with my love, I won't be able to bear it!
I'm already sick of this idea!

Good knight, everyone watches over you and you no longer move.
The hours pass and you lie there, exhausted.
The beautiful young lady looks at you, languishes,
To take care of yourself, snuggled up, in your bed.

Outrageous young lady! She prowls the night consumed by her desires!
She approaches slowly, without a sound, and slowly breathes.
Raised the silky fabrics slightly, straddled Enguerrand,
Made him enter her and began languorous thrusts.

The poor knight barely had the strength to moan,
And the lady's thighs quiver,
Before she commits the terrible crime.
She returned to her pallet, sighing with happiness: What's done is a celebration!

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Strange encounter

Thank you Lord ! Glory to your great goodness! Glory to you, sweet God!
To only let the righteous go in their time! Sad are the farewells!

A week later, Enguerrand was up and valiant.
In the cave he now discovered,
Enthroned weapons and armor of good quality.
And it was dressed in white that he decided to continue the adventure.

They rode peacefully and Lady Clotilde was happy.
She told stories of love throughout the journey.
Why so much joy, sweet warm friend?
The day is neither too hot nor too cold. Perfect !

Sweet lady, there are forces that never close their eyes!
Who watch the night, who observe the day, who spy on your every wish!

When suddenly a man who looks like a sorcerer,
Presented himself to them with gentleness and kindness.
He delicately approached Lady Clothilde, leading her aside.
My lady, don't be surprised, I'm coming to talk to you about last night, late.

You have acted in a discourteous manner and life is now created…
My master, whose disciple I am, enjoins you to drink this vial.
She will hide your crime and protect you from going crazy.
Because this knight, believe me, will never be able to love you.

Sweet lady, there are forces that never close their eyes!
Who watch the night, who observe the day, who spy on your every wish!

As for the boy who believes in your insides now,
Leave it to us when the time comes.
My master will make him a great warrior or a perfect sorcerer,
He will be educated like a king, like a princely child.

Who is this character who thus comes to extirpate
From my belly the being that I already love so much?
What's her name ? Where is his lair? Is he charming?
I'll die on the spot if you take it away from me!

Sweet lady, there are forces that never close their eyes!
Who watch the night, who observe the day, who spy on your every wish!

Rest assured, my master is the one who saved you
Sad chimeras, earlier, in the woods.
Come closer until I tell you his name,
Then he delicately whispered a name.

The sweet young lady’s face lit up, reassured.
She swallowed the vial in one gulp and without flinching.
The sorcerer disappeared when no one looked at him,
And the troop set off again on the paths, in peace.

Sweet lady, there are forces that never close their eyes!
Who watch the night, who observe the day, who spy on your every wish!

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The lost children

After a short misadventure in the neighboring village,
In the winding alleys of an alley smelling of wine,
They set off again, safe and sound, on the perilous path.
Protected by God, Merlin and all saints.

Sheltered under a clear undergrowth,
Warmed by a small fire,
There were two young children in distress.
Lost, exhausted, in torn rags, miserable people.

Protect widows and orphans,
Of knights is the joyous destiny.
There the divine paths are illuminated,
Far from the dark aisles, the sad wine bags.

In seeking adventure they got lost
Too far from home, the reassuring household.
This is a good opportunity to show charity,
Thought our good and gentle knight!

Last night they rode where vaguely,
The children thought they had left their loving mother behind.
How sweet our brave hero thought,
To have a bunch of kids at his side.

Protect widows and orphans,
Of knights is the joyous destiny.
There the divine paths are illuminated,
Far from the dark aisles, the sad wine bags.

All morning searching for their land,
Hoping to hear their mother shout in the distance.
The children had looked for adventure too far,
Soft kennels where their dogs fell asleep.

Barely ten years on this earth and already very courageous!
But at this age, children are hardly aware of their games!
Come on ! Come on ! Come on ! There's no point in crying anymore!
Look, in the distance your brood can already be seen!

Protect widows and orphans,
Of knights is the joyous destiny.
There the divine paths are illuminated,
Far from the dark aisles, the sad wine bags.

The children smiled and quickly recognized,
The beautiful laundry, which hung on threads, left by mom.
Our company immediately noticed,
The ignoble poverty in their filthy trappings.

Why so much misery, dear guests? What can we do ?
It is to the angry lord that we owe our universe.
Whoever he is, I'm going to teach him the rules right away,
Courtesy and take back your rye!

Protect widows and orphans,
Of knights is the joyous destiny.
There the divine paths are illuminated,
Far from the dark aisles, the sad wine bags.

This gougnafier didn't want to hear anything! Recognized no authority!
Worse ! Listen carefully to this! Worse ! This pignouf reserved the young child for himself!
Starve your family so you can abuse them better,
Were the evil plans of this sad madman!

For less than that our good knight would have drawn his sword,
And, after hours of combat, saw this cad crawling at his feet.
Made him prisoner and the poor family was sent,
Near Lady Guinevere, at the enchanted court.

Protect widows and orphans,
Of knights is the joyous destiny.
There the divine paths are illuminated,
Far from the dark aisles, the sad wine bags.

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Intermission

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Pange lingua gloriosi Corporis mysterium,
Sanguinisque pretiosi, Quem in mundi pretium
Fructus ventris generosi, Rex effudit gentium.

Nobis datus, nobis natus Ex intacta Virgine
Et in mundo conversatus, Sparso verbi semine,
Sui moras incolatus Miro clausit ordine.

In supremae nocte cenae Recum bens cum fratribus,
Observata lege plene Cibis in legalibus,
Cibum turbae duodenae Se dat suis manibus
Verbum caro, panem verum Verbo carnem efficit

Live forever.

Amen.

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Laughter can in an instant,
Spread the walls of the highest prison!
And dreams, my word! Believe me quickly!
Dreams can make even the slightest thrill disappear!

Humans are capable of accomplishing many things,
If he finally stops listening to himself speak, of surviving psychoses.
If he has Faith, the true, the pure, the one that pleases God,
Then he will be able to move the mountains to the sky!

Do not turn away from the truth and do not imagine raising
The Alps or the Pyrenees! Instead, make sure you collapse these mountains
Which are in each of us. Rather than constantly joking!
So what are the fruits that are born from your Faith? Scraped souls!

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Pange lingua gloriosi Corporis mysterium,
Sanguinisque pretiosi, Quem in mundi pretium
Fructus ventris generosi, Rex effudit gentium.

Nobis datus, nobis natus Ex intacta Virgine
Et in mundo conversatus, Sparso verbi semine,
Sui moras incolatus Miro clausit ordine.

In supremae nocte cenae Recum bens cum fratribus,
Observata lege plene Cibis in legalibus,
Cibum turbae duodenae Se dat suis manibus
Verbum caro, panem verum Verbo carnem efficit

Live forever.

Amen.

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Amen!

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The son of the dragon

And rah!

Lords and ladies, hear now the fabulous adventure
That our good knight will have to face. So believe my confession!
So listen at this hour to the astonishing story that will unfold there, before your eyes.
Unbelievers and slanderers, pay your dues and leave! Vile creatures!

If for lack of wisdom or reason,
Out of too much pride, you don't believe a word of it!
Don't waste any more time, you nasty exhalations!
And flee from this song of fatal hangings!

Ugly and strange creature, half-man, half-dragon,
Who tears hearts and scares Fripon!
Enraged, bloated, hideous shit!
Who ruins the peace of cloudy days!

I tell you as I live it!
What was his surprise when he arrived!
Before us there was such a villainous being
What scales covered his arms!

The beast was agile and fear stank up the place,
Twirling, jumping, never stumbling.
Very skilled with his claws, wounding and scratching!
The ugly dirt, the scaly manure!

Ugly and strange creature, half-man, half-dragon,
Who tears hearts and scares Fripon!
Enraged, bloated, hideous shit!
Who ruins the peace of cloudy days!

What a fool! What a fool! What a madman, I am a madman!
cried Enguerrand, furious at having stuck his nose in again,
On a neck-breaking adventure!
Do you have to be limitless to be a knight?!

After long hours dodging sharp claws,
The brave stumbled upon the dead knight.
He just had time to raise his sword,
That the vile creature came and impaled itself on it.

Ugly and strange creature, half-man, half-dragon,
Who tears hearts and scares Fripon!
Enraged, bloated, hideous shit!
Who ruins the peace of cloudy days!

One more burst of battle and the monster was dead.
He slumped on the knight with the burden of his body.
What a terrible creature! What a cruel threat!
You will no longer haunt these lands with your stubborn rage!

Know that the adventure is now complete,
As far as Cornwall was told!
That it exists beyond the lands,
Repulsive beings, the devil and his armies!

Ugly and strange creature, half-man, half-dragon,
Who tears hearts and scares Fripon!
Enraged, bloated, hideous shit!
Who ruins the peace of cloudy days!

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The enchanted forest

They rode for three days without encountering any adventures.
They were so well housed, so well received, in three magnificent castles,
That they all recovered strength, courage and beautiful arch.
It was at none that they stopped under a beautiful old willow tree.

As soon as they were leaning against the old century-old tree,
The latter reacted, shuddered and made the earth shake!
We could not believe our eyes or our minds,
When the tree began to speak, pushing us to retreat!

Ho my beautiful tree, my ancient philosopher,
I would have liked to lie down under your proud shade,
Listen to your poems, well lulled by your stanzas,
And doze off, finally, far from bitter rest.

So many questions to ask and so little time!
So many refrains to hum and so little wind to carry them!
So many answers to give for these many children!
And there is no one to hear, to listen and to share!

So many relevant questions that make you think,
The weak, the fearful who only know how to obey!
Philosopher, world tree, far from filthy humans,
Finesse that abounds, without the influence of seconds!

Ho my beautiful tree, my ancient philosopher,
I would have liked to lie down under your proud shade,
Listen to your poems, well lulled by your stanzas,
And doze off, finally, far from bitter rest.

A deserved rest for part of your time,
Under my branches, protected, and my palpitating heart,
Let's talk wisely, let's share for a break, for a moment.
Beyond the beggars and the unbelievers, the speeches of giants!

The impermanence of the senses, children's frenzies,
Who tear up everything around like sad deviants.
Make all the surrounding trees tremble with fear,
And run away laughing, shouting puns.

Ho my beautiful tree, my ancient philosopher,
I would have liked to lie down under your proud shade,
Listen to your poems, well lulled by your stanzas,
And doze off, finally, far from bitter rest.

Know, noble willow, that you are sacred to us!
That none of us are worthy of your beauty!
That we can only watch and cry,
On your brothers uprooted, your roots cut.

Let us bring you a young ash tree at your feet,
So, you can guide him and converse at will!
What a wonderful idea! What a wonderful idea! What a wonderful idea!
cried the old willow, very alone and tired.

Ho my beautiful tree, my ancient philosopher,
I would have liked to lie down under your proud shade,
Listen to your poems, well lulled by your stanzas,
And doze off, finally, far from bitter rest.

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The ring

Wood fairy, wood fairy, where are you flying little fairy?
Under the furious lightning, where do you come from, little fairy?
Prettier than ten women, the light of a star!
Scented with rose water, with the water of a thousand petals!

My name is Valerian and you are in my forest.
Little fairy, little fairy, serenely pecked,
When horrible screams reached his little ears.
The repeated sobs became obsessive.

Little queen, little fairy, how many places have you flown over,
To come to us, to come beg?
How many clearings and how many rivers?
To find us here heir forester!

Take the sacred ring and find the beautiful white deer!
He will show you the ancient tree, the venerable lover!
Go and deliver your brothers, the many knights,
Who scream and scream further down the ditch!

Immediately alerted, immediately flew!
Little fairy, little fairy where have you gone?
Outside the furious storm had died down,
More a noise, more a laugh, than a stubborn silence.

Little queen, little fairy, how many places have you flown over,
To come to us, to come beg?
How many clearings and how many rivers?
To find us here heir forester!

It's early morning, in the mist in sorrow,
That they saw the majestic white deer.
Its elegant antlers and its opal complexion,
Made him the master of these gallant bushes.

The beautiful deer, without a sound, led them,
Through the leafiest of forgotten paths.
Until the thousand-year-old tree, the precious heir,
Legends, secrets and Hallelujahs.

My beautiful deer, my dear deer, beautiful friend,
So what is this tree that inspires infinity?
Enchanted Yggdrasil, axis of the world, roots of the universe,
He knows everything, sees everything, feels everything from the star to the sky.

So the fairy finally becomes reasonable?!
So she decided to free the souls,
Of these poor knights, of his reprehensible mood!
It was she who forged the ring of this infamous prison!

Little fairy, bad fairy, where have you gone?
You yourself put these sad knights in irons,
In the roots of the trees they beg like worms,
That you finally disdain to come and deliver them!

My beautiful deer, my dear deer, beautiful friend,
So what is this tree that inspires infinity?
Enchanted Yggdrasil, axis of the world, roots of the universe,
He knows everything, sees everything, feels everything from the star to the sky.

Then a hundred knights emerged from the ground, armed and united.
We could hear the sounds of war in the distance.
It was Clothilde’s castle which suffered the affront,
Dozens of beggars, sordid people, vile demons.

Knights, fight! And earn your penance!
Let us ride ardently towards these sounds of gallows!
Armored ectoplasms thrown into battle,
Terrible fighters who bled the troops!

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Lady of Bolène

Our three companions advanced slowly,
Faced with all the contenders, these proud commanders.
Under the leadership of Bauduin de Gaste Château,
Five hundred knights were ready to attack us.

The enemies saw this beautiful army of specters arriving,
Rallying cry, debacle, chaotic palaestra.
Well-armed souls arrived from all sides,
Ready to defend ourselves, never to give in.

The people of the castle, seeing Enguerrand arrive,
The bells rang, courage revived.
The whole army faced Enguerrand,
Bauduin rushed forward, his weapon brandished.

The bells rang, courage was reborn,
Enguerrand and his men, nothing stopped them.
Lady Clotilde hid in the forest,
The saved souls roared like young pigs.

The battle raged, fear in the opposite camp,
Bauduin retreated, his army dispersed in the downpour.
The knights fell, signing the cross of Christ,
Promising not to come back, terrified and sad.

The fight lasted all day,
The valiant knights fought without ceasing.
But Enguerrand’s army, already dead and saved,
Won victory without ever tiring.

Adémard distinguished himself, the handsome fiery squire,
Taking part in the fight, courage in his eyes.
Numerous prisoners, his dazzling bravery,
Enguerrand recognized him, a knight in waiting.

Bauduin facing Enguerrand, the duel began,
The blows were rapid, Bauduin was surprised.
Enguerrand responded, and with a precise gesture,
The spear pierced and Bauduin collapsed.

Adémard saved Enguerrand, defying a warrior,
Skillfully defeated him, made him surrender, unarmed.
Adémard, fiery squire, bravery to demonstrate,
Enguerrand knew he was going to knight him.

The bells rang, courage was reborn,
Enguerrand and his men, nothing stopped them.
Lady Clotilde hid in the forest,
The saved souls roared like young pigs.

The specters disappeared, victory in hand,
Anne de Bolène saved, an endless beauty.
Enguerrand and Anne, their two hearts were in love,
Amid cheers, their love blossoms.

Enguerrand, delivering valiant souls,
Anne de Bolène, radiant lady.
Their story, a legend to tell,
Love and bravery, forever celebrated.

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When Love is King

I am no longer the young man I was at the start of this adventure,
I grew up. Escaped death so many times, the cursed circumstances,
How life has stuffed me with its desire to be loved! To be faithful to him.
I am full of this unfailing love. For her, this life is so beautiful.

And I must admit to you, madam, that I did not think,
That a woman could be so graceful to excite me.
Delight in this love as you did from your first glance,
Love took me in its claws and left me haggard!

Oh ! Gentle ladies! Noble ladies! Noble lords!
Let me, just for a moment, talk to you about Love.
Ovid tells us: who has never felt this chirping angel
Passing on his path cannot say that he lived! Always !

I swear to you Madam: if you protect me from too much suffering,
To cherish and protect you without ever being excessive.
I crossed Gaul, from one side to the other, to find who I was.
Today, alongside you, I aspire to be true.

My heart is won by you, Sir Enguerrand.
Love shot two of his arrows, now, a third just now.
Know that just one would have been enough for me to love you madly.
Know that just one would have been enough... Anne whispered tenderly.

Love has beautiful sisters: Sweetness, Voluptuousness and Tenderness.
His family is Loyalty, Courage and Kindness.
His enemies are Jealousy, cruelty and Distrust.
Which keep all three away from all the beautiful promises.

Oh ! Gentle ladies! Noble ladies! Noble lords!
Let me, just for a moment, talk to you about Love.
Ovid tells us: who has never felt this chirping angel
Passing on his path cannot say that he lived! Always !

My sweet knight, my heart leaps to listen to you,
He shudders, he shudders, he cannot contain this gentle tidal wave,
This continuous flow of Love which overwhelms me and delights me.
What a sweet evening, what infinite happiness!

Know that at daybreak, our two young lovebirds,
Still talking about Love and his beautiful works.
Without seeing the moon smile, the stars running,
They talked all night and never fell asleep!

Oh ! Gentle ladies! Noble ladies! Noble lords!
Let me, just for a moment, talk to you about Love.
Ovid tells us: who has never felt this chirping angel
Passing on his path cannot say that he lived! Always !

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Ite missa est

In nomine Patris, et filii, et Spriritus Sancti.
Amen…
Gracias Domini nostri Iesu Christi, et Caritas Dei,
Et communicatio Sancti Spriritus sit cum omnibus vobis…

Kyrie, eléison. Christe eléison…

Kyrie, eléison. Christe eléison…

Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis.
Laudamus te, benedicimus te, adoramus te…

Credo in unum Deum. Patrem omnipotentem, factorem
coeli et terrae. Visibilium omnium et invisibilium…

Sanctam catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam…

Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Hosanna in excelsis…

Pater Noster qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur nomen tuum,
adveniat regnum tuum,
fiat volunta tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.

Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,
et dimitte nobis débita nostra,
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris,
et ne nos inducas in tentationem,
sed libera nos a malo.

Ite, missa est.
Deo Gratias…

Ite, missa est.
Deo Gratias…

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