Note 5 — The Four Gifts.

Tephany, reddening with delight, carried off the feather; and just before Dénès’ visit on the following day, she stuck it under her blue rozarès.5 That very instant it appeared to her as if the sun rose in her mind; she found herself acquainted with what students spend ten years in learning, and much that even the very wisest know nothing of; for with the science of a man, she still preserved the malice of a woman. Dénès was of course astonished at her words; she talked in rhyme like the bazvalanes6 of Cornouaille, she knew more songs than the mendicants from Scaër, and could tell all the stories current at the forges and the mills throughout the country.