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She told them that she would feel at peace when she left the valley, if one of them married before her death. She asked them to choose from among the castellas of the region.

The three brothers were so dissimilar! Loup, the eldest, was a fiery knight with brown hair. Guiral was vigorous, dark-skinned and had jet eyes. The youngest, Clair, was a young man with blond hair and a delicate manner. However, their hearts were captured by one and the same young woman, Irene de Rogues. A noble heiress of Count Arnaud de Rogues, Irene was beautiful and an orphan. She was a graceful person, with great qualities of heart, who went through moments of great sorrow alone in her manor.

In the castle of Esparron lived a mother, Dame Renaude, and her three sons: Loup, Guiral and Clair. Widowed, Dame Renaude soon became ill. Feeling that her end was near, she gathered her three sons...

The legend of the Pic Saint-Loup

One night, Loup secretly went to Rogues to confess his love. Irène was very touched by Loup's declaration and asked to think about it for a few days. Guiral presented himself, and Clair came to visit. For several weeks, Loup, Guiral and Clair, convinced that they had touched Irène's heart, paid her frequent visits every night in the summer of 1095. Then each one hoped to unite secretly with the Lady of their thoughts.

Flowers, poems, perfumes, precious stones, numerous gifts piled up at Irene's feet. However, Irene could not resolve to make a choice. And she promised to give her heart to the one who, during the Crusade, will have shown himself the most courageous and the most valiant.

So all three went to war. After the crusade, the three knights accumulated the most brilliant feats of arms and behaved like perfect heroes.

Irene, alas, eager for news, consumed with love, watched for long days the return of the knights from the top of her towers. Time passed, years went by, still nothing. So much so that her health went away. She believed that without news of the knights, Loup, Guiral and Clair must have died in the war.

But the three knights were not dead. When they finally returned, followed by a long line of mules heavily laden with treasures from the East, they were happy. Wouldn't the beloved keep watch at a high window to watch the countryside? But as they reached the walls of Rogues' castle, a long funeral procession was coming towards them.

O mercy! The three men stopped to kneel down as they discovered Irene's body.

Saint Mathieu-de-Tréviers - Château de Montferrand 4

To describe their despair is impossible. Broken, they vowed to abandon all their possessions and swore to withdraw from the world. Nothing could ease their pain.

Loup spoke up and said, "My brothers, the one we loved has given her beautiful soul back to God. From now on, the richness of the universe does not matter to us. On these three mountains, which are looming around us, we will go to the top to wait for the end of an existence that no longer has any meaning for us. "

Before leaving each other forever, they had agreed that on each anniversary of Irene's death, they would light a big fire to greet each other.

Loup had walked to the castle of Montferrant, on the highest ridge. Every year they would light a big fire, which could be seen from the plain and which signaled their presence. One year, there were only two fires. Then only one. Then none. The three hermits had died.

And as a tribute to their courage, the peaks were called by their first names. The one on which Guiral lived became Saint-Gural, it is located near the Mont Aigoual. The one on which Clair lived became Saint-Clair. It is at its feet that the city of Sète is built. The one where Loup lived became Saint-Loup.

The nymph had fallen in love with the three and could not resolve to love only one. She tried - in vain - to decide for one or the other. If her heart inclined towards the woodcutter for a moment, how could she ignore the shepherd or the ploughman?

A war broke out between the lords of the region and caused great misfortune among the people. The lord of London forcibly enlisted the peasants of his fief and the ploughman went to war. Alas, although he knew how to handle the hoe in his fields, he had no experience of war and was killed in the first battle.

The nymph was overwhelmed with grief. There remained for her the shepherd and the woodcutter to love in equal measure.

The nymph was again crushed with grief. Of the three young men she had fallen in love with, two were dead and only the woodcutter remained; but she was too sad to see this as a solution to her terrible dilemma.

The country had sunk into misery and disorder; distress was dictating bad things to men. The starving and jealous villagers hated each other. One of them decided to burn the woods of another and lit fires on all four corners. Unfortunately, the woodcutter who was there at work was trapped and died in the fire.

Once again, the nymph was heartbroken. She was devastated by the loss of the three young men and was fully aware of the fate of mortals. But above all, she was so shocked by the stupidity of men who destroyed their works and killed each other! She wept with grief, she wept with spite, she wept with anger. Unable to console herself, the nymph withdrew into a cave located at equal distance from the villages of the three young people carried away by the madness of men.

There she remained prostrate and wept so much that her tears fed a spring that began to flow from the cave, an inexhaustible spring.

After the war, came the time of the robbers and the plunderers. A band approached Cambous to seize the cattle. The brave shepherd tried to defend his flock of sheep, but what could he do against dozens of bandits? The bandits laughed at his naivety and killed him without mercy.

As it was located at the junction of the three villages, the spring was called: the Font Termenau (the bordering fountain).

Since then, everyone finds peace and comfort in this very special spring: the Saint-Martinois dip their miraculous cross in the basin to find rain after the drought; the shepherds and the woodcutters (and now the hikers) quench their thirst; it is even said that the lovers who taste its fresh water love each other for life...


Source : Le Castellas

Little by little, over the following generations, this precious spring was recognized and venerated by the three communities, which were now at peace: farmers, herders and bosquetieres were once again living in harmony.

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Le Pic Saint-Loup : Mythes et Légendes

In fact, she was charmed by three young men: a ploughman from Castel de Londres, a shepherd from Cambous and a woodcutter from St Martin. She secretly followed them in their activities. She observed them in full effort, she delighted in their ingenuity and admired their dexterity.

She listened to them talk and laugh with their friends, but she felt jealousy pinch her heart when a girl got too close to one of them...

A long time ago, when the deities lived in the woods and scrubland, a nymph fell in love with mortals.

La Font Termenau (or the In love Nymph)

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