Around it stretches a desolate moor , where no corn can be grown , and the grass is so coarse that no beast grows fat on it . Here and there are scattered groves of fir trees , and small pebbles are so thick on the ground that you might almost take it for a beach . On the further side , the fairies , or korigans , as the people called them , had set up long long ago two rows of huge stones ; indeed , so tall and heavy were they , that it seemed as if all the fairies in the world could not have placed them upright . Not far off them this great stone avenue , and on the banks of the little river Intel , there lived a man named Marzinne and his sister Rozennik . They always had enough black bread to eat , and wooden shoes or sabots to wear , and a pig to fatten , so the neighbours thought them quite rich ; and what was still better , they thought themselves rich also . Rozennik was a pretty girl , who knew how to make the best of everything , and she could , if she wished , have chosen a husband from the young men of Plouhinec , but she cared for none of them except Bernez , whom she had played with all her life , and Bernez , though he worked hard , was so very very poor that Marzinne told him roughly he must look elsewhere for a wife . But whatever Marzinne might say Rozennik smiled and nodded to him as before , and would often turn her head as she passed , and sing snatches of old songs over her shoulder . Christmas Eve had come , and all the men who worked under Marzinne or on the farms round about were gathered in the large kitchen to eat the soup flavoured with honey followed by rich puddings , to which they were always invited on this particular night . In the middle of the table was a large wooden bowl , with wooden spoons placed in a circle round it , so that each might dip in his turn . The benches were filled , and Marzinne was about to give the signal , when the door was suddenly thrown open , and an old man came in , wishing the guests a good appetite for their supper . There was a pause , and some of the faces looked a little frightened ; for the new-comer was well known to them as a beggar , who was also said to be a wizard who cast spells over the cattle , and caused the corn to grow black , and old people to die , of what , nobody knew . Still , it was Christmas Eve , and besides it was as well not to offend him , so the farmer invited him in , and gave him a seat at the table and a wooden spoon like the rest . There was not much talk after the beggar 's entrance , and everyone was glad when the meal came to an end , and the beggar asked if he might sleep in the stable , as he should die of cold if he were left outside . Rather unwillingly Marzinne gave him leave , and bade Bernez take the key and unlock the door . There was certainly plenty of room for a dozen beggars , for the only occupants of the stable were an old donkey and a thin ox ; and as the night was bitter , the wizard lay down between them for warmth , with a sack of reeds for a pillow . He had walked far that day , and even wizards get tired sometimes , so in spite of the hard floor he was just dropping off to sleep , when midnight struck from the church tower of Plouhinec . At this sound the donkey raised her head and shook her ears , and turned towards the ox . ` Well , my dear cousin , ' said she , ` and how have you fared since last Christmas Eve , when we had a conversation together ? ' Instead of answering at once , the ox eyed the beggar with a long look of disgust . ` What is the use of talking , ' he replied roughly , ` when a good-for-nothing creature like that can hear all we say ? '
` Oh , you must n't lose time in grumbling , ' rejoined the donkey gaily , ` and do n't you see XXXXX the wizard is asleep ? '
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