heir
death, to be buried in the island of Sein:--

"Autrefois, un esprit venait, d'une voix forte;
Appeler chaque nuit un pecheur sur sa porte;
Arrive dans la baie, on trouvait un bateau
Si lourd et si charge de morts qu'il faisait eau,
Et pourtant il fallait, malgre vent et maree,
Les mener jusqu'a Sein, jusqu'a l'ile sacree."
BRIZEUX.

The bay also derives its name from the numerous shipwrecks that have taken
place on its rocks, and from the number of corpses that have been floated
there by the currents from ships foundered in the gulf comprised between
the entrance of Brest, the Ouessant Islands, and Sein. The whole extent of
the coast of Brittany is one long wall of rocks, placed as it were to
protect it from the inroads of the sea and from foreign invasion. Heaped
one over the other, they resemble the bastions of a citadel, the advanced
rocks extending out to sea, jutting up in every direction in endless
reefs. Or its line of coast may be compared to the jagged teeth of a comb,
with a second line of defence in the rocks further out to sea.

On the desolate shore of the Baie des Trepasses is a piece of water, the
etang de Laoual, site of the city of Is--submerged by Divine vengeance,
according to popular tradition, in the fifth century--a place of great
commerce, arts, riches, and also of luxury. Gradlon, or Grallo, the king,
alone attempted to stem the torrent. Built in the vast basin which now
forms the Bay of Douarnenez, it was protected from the ocean by a strong
dyke, the sluices only admitting sufficient water to supply the town. King
Gradlon kept the silver key (which opened, at the same time, the great
sluice and the city gates) suspended round his neck. His palace was of
marble, cedar, and gold; in the midst of a brilliant Court sat enthroned
his daughter Dahut, a princess who "had made a crown of her vices, and had
taken for her pages the seven capital sins." Taking advantage of the sleep
of her father, Dahut one night stole the silver key, and instead of
opening the city gate, by mistake unlocked the sluices. The King was
awakened by St. Guenole, who commanded him to flee, as the torrent was
reaching the palace. He mounted his horse, taking his worthless daughter
behind him. The torrent was gaining upon him fast, when a voice from
behind called out, "Throw the demon thou carriest into the sea, if thou
dost not desire to perish." Dahut felt her strength f