As you may know, behind Aeternum is a small business based in Brittany (specifically in the south of Finistère). It is well known that this region lives to the rhythm of legends, myths, and magical practices, some more or less known (Brocéliande, Merlin, the Fairy Viviane, the Alignments, and many others). Thus, to highlight our beautiful region, we will regularly publish lesser-known legends from Breton history. This week, we head to the gates of Brittany.
In the corridors of Vitré Castle, which served as a prison at certain times, lived a chief jailer feared for his ruthless authority. He was known for his excessive fondness for alcohol, which he often preferred over the needs of the prisoners under his care.
One evening, while an innocent captive begged for his mercy, the jailer, absorbed by his bottle, ignored his cries for help. The prisoner died that night, alone and forgotten. Shortly after, the jailer was seized by terrible remorse, but his addiction gradually consumed him. Isolated and driven mad, he died in one of the cells, with no one to help him. It is said he died of thirst, ironically punished by fate.
Since then, his spirit is said to wander the dark corridors of the castle. Visitors have reportedly heard his ghostly voice whisper: "To drink... to drink…", an echo of his eternal thirst and past sins. Some say he is still searching for a redemption he will never find.
