When the sea was calm, the holy man Guénolé, served by old Gradlon, wanted to say a mass for the salvation of the submerged city. As he raised the chalice, out of the sparkling waters emerged the white torso of a girl with copper hair, one arm raised to the sky. A heavy tail of blue scales ended its body. It was Ahès-Dahut, now Marie-Morgue.
Ahès-Dahut la Marie-Morgane
Guénolé's hand trembled so strongly that the precious chalice escaped him and broke on the rocks. Mass was not consumed, Is remains cursed and Morgana mermaid. Each time Ahès shows up, a terrible storm is very close to bursting.
One day, the boss Porzmoger anchored his boat in the bay. When he tried to raise the anchor, he could not succeed in unhooking it. He took off his clothes and let himself slide along the rope.
The anchor was anchored in the branches of a golden cross at the top of a church. Bells rang, and he sank down the tower. Through a window without stained glass, he entered an illuminated nave where a fervent crowd was gathered, and leaning against the altar, a priest was waiting for Porzmoger.
The begging sacristan presented the sailor with a large dish piled high with gold coins with curious markings: “For the dearly departed.” Porzmoger did not have a farthing, he shook his shoulders, then the priest opened his arms and began to sing: “Dominum vobiscum”. Then a loud wail rose from the nave, where those present became livid corpses and whitened skeletons.
The princess came to the fisherman: "Couldn't you answer and cum spirit tuo, Porzmoger!" You would have saved us all. "
Instantly, he recognized Marie-Morgue, and knew that he was in Is. He only had time to climb back up by the bell rope and the anchor line. Barely had he cut the line and hoisted the sail when the mermaid's fantastic storm was already digging into the waves around him.
And the city of Is is still waiting for the redemption mass to finally end.
