Raymondin first meets Mélusine after killing his uncle, the count of Poitiers, by accident. A blow aimed at a charging boar strikes the count instead. In grief and fear, the young man rides away through the night, scarcely attending to his horse. It brings him to a fountain where three women stand. One stops him, knows his name and knows what has happened. This is Mélusine. She offers help and an extraordinary future, but asks for marriage and a promise: he must neither seek her out on Saturdays nor investigate where she goes. She pledges that her actions on those days will bring him no dishonour. [1]
Her first advice turns a modest request into an estate. Raymondin must ask the new count for as much land as a deer-hide can enclose and secure the grant with sealed charters. He buys a hide and has it cut into one continuous narrow strip. Two strangers unwind it around a cleared rock and down the valley; a stream rises along its remaining course. The officials deliver the unexpectedly large holding according to the charter. The helpers vanish. The foundation has been obtained through a carefully worded grant and assistance no one can explain. [1]
After the wedding, Mélusine summons labourers to clear trees and rock, then masons and stonecutters to lay foundations. The fortress rises with astonishing speed. She pays the workers every Saturday and supplies bread, wine, meat and other necessities. When nobles gather to name the finished stronghold, they ask its maker to choose. She calls it Lusignen. Later, while Raymondin is in Brittany, she adds town walls, covered defensive towers and a watchtower. On his return, trumpets sound from above a home he scarcely recognises. His wife has transformed it during his absence. [1]
The first breach comes during a Saturday visit from Raymondin’s brother, the count of Forez. Told that Mélusine cannot receive him, the visitor repeats two rumours: she spends the day with another man, or she is a fairy undergoing penance. Jealousy sends Raymondin to her chamber with his sword. He bores through its thick iron door and looks inside. His wife sits in a great marble bath, combing her hair. Below her navel a serpent tail beats the water so fiercely that it splashes up to the vault.
Manuscript checked 2026-10-13. Artistic interpretations © Scott Schubr / Luminary Oddities.