Here are various tales Basque : the seventh commandment, the pebbles and cow dung, the serpent of Alçay
The seventh commandment
One day, while the Lord Jesus and Saint Peter were going hither and thither in the land Basque, Saint Peter flew into a violent anger. He observed that, on the left, on the right, masters and servants, sellers and buyers, workers and idlers, everyone was engaged in theft.
- "Lord, you must inflict a good correction on these rascals of thieves !. "
- "Shut up, Pierre! as if they were thieves! ... "
- "They are not thieves! What are they then? "
- "For there to be thieves, a seventh commandment would be needed. Now, for quite a long time, men have crossed out the seventh from among my commandments. This is why there is no longer any theft, nor any thieves. "
- "But, it is because, you, you did not cross out this commandment! ..."
- "That's it, Pierre, too, whether men like it or not, there are always - alas! - thieves who will have to be punished. "
Pebbles and cow dung
The Lord Jesus and Saint Peter were going away together one day. Saint Peter, having begun to look around, struck a large stone with his foot, and the poor took very badly! He got angry and took the stone in his hands to throw it with all his might.
But the Lord Jesus, then, said to him:
- "Don't get angry like that!" With this rough stone I will play Basque. "
And so he did. Further on, while they were still walking, Saint Peter slipped on cow dung and almost fell full length.
The unfortunate man was still angry, but the Lord Jesus said to him:
- "So don't get angry, Pierre!" Just be careful where you step! What are we going to do with this cow dung?
- "Make it the gallego, lord.
- "So we are going to make a gallego of it, Pierre." "
And so did the Lord Jesus.
The Alçay snake
At the edge of the wood of Zouhoure, a pasture is on the slope of the mountain Azaléguy, and, in the middle of the slope, a den dominating an abyss.
In the past, the pastoralists around lost their cattle and could not find any trace of them anywhere.
One day, a terrible snake came out of the den to go and drink. We saw his head in the water of the stream, and the tail still near the den. He attracted the sheep by his only aspiration and swallowed them up. What then had to be done?
At that time, there was at Athaguy a knight, the younger of this house, who was not afraid of anything. He wanted to know if he would be master of the serpent. He put a cowhide full of powder on his mount and left.
When he got to Harburia, he tied his mount to a hawthorn. From the crest of the mountain of Azaléguy, he made the skin roll by leaps and bounds in front of the cave. Ah! Good ! The good Lord had given him agility.
He mounted his horse, comparable to lightning, descended the valley, and turned to Alçay. He was arriving at the Hangaitz pass, when he heard the sound of a hundred bells behind him. The snake having swallowed the cowhide, the powder had caught fire. He rolled down the woods of Ithe, smashing the young beech trees with the tip of his tail. By Aussurucq he reached the sea and drowned there. For the knight of Athaguy, the hissing of the serpent and the noise converted his blood into water; he got into his bed and died. "