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«La Mort de Pan» — the Thamus passage and the road to San-Pansi, R06 (lead single pass), v1

Source. Paul Arène, «La Mort de Pan», in La gueuse parfumée: récits provençaux, Paris: Alphonse Lemerre, 1876. Text from Project Gutenberg #60680, stored at workshop/canon/mort-de-pan/source-fr.txt. Public domain (Arène d. 1896).

Locus. The eight paragraphs from «Vous connaissez l'étrange récit…» to «Et zou! les enfants, à San-Pansi!» — 433 French words: Plutarch's story of the pilot Thamus and the death of Great Pan, the narrator's refusal of it, and the pilgrim road up to the chapel of San-Pansi. The two paragraphs of section rule (* * * * *) inside the span are dropped; nothing else is omitted.

Regime. R06 v1.0 — read the source, write once, stop. No return pass. Where a choice was unresolved at the moment of writing, the option written is the one that stands and the alternative is in the log below.

Translated by the lead agent as a labeled subject, in session, at no API cost. The lead never judges its own translation (charter §5).

Contamination: none, on an absence rather than a measurement — and the difference is stated

No tools/dependence_check.py figure exists for this work, because no comparator exists to run it against. A search of Project Gutenberg (author search, six Arène volumes, all French) and of the Internet Archive (creator:"Arène, Paul", 16 records, fifteen French and one German) found no English rendering of any work by Paul Arène. CLAUDE.md requires that where no comparator is reachable the artifact says so, and this says so: this is an argument from absence, and it is weaker than a number. What it does establish is that the failure mode the gate exists to catch — the lead reproducing remembered published English — has no published English available to reproduce.

This work is the third candidate of the session and the first to be admissible. Two French works were gated on a rule frozen before either measurement and both fired:

candidate comparator longest run shared 12-grams nulls verdict
Maupassant, «Menuet» anon. English, Original Short Stories vol. 10 (PG #3086) 14 tokens 3 3, 3, 2 tokens; 0 DISCARDED
Villiers, «La Torture par l'espérance» anon. English, Riddle Stories (PG #29704) 12 tokens 1 3, 2, 2 tokens; 0 DISCARDED

Both gate translations are filed (T-menuet-R06-gate-v1, T-torture-esperance-R06-gate-v1) and both were frozen before their measurements ran. The rule was not relaxed after watching it fire.

The translation

You know the strange story Plutarch tells in his book On the Oracles that have Ceased.

"The vessel of the pilot Thamus being one evening off certain islands of the Aegean sea, the wind suddenly dropped. The crew were wide awake, some drinking, some talking together, when a voice was heard coming from the islands and calling Thamus. Thamus answered only at the third call, and the voice ordered him, when he should have come to a certain place, to cry out that the great Pan was dead. They were seized with fright; they debated whether they should obey the voice. Thamus concluded that if there were wind enough to carry him past the place indicated, he would keep silent; but that if the wind should fail, he would discharge the order he had received. He was overtaken by a calm at the place where he was to cry out; he cried out; at once the calm ceased, and there were heard on every side wailings and groanings as of a great number of persons afflicted and taken by surprise."

Well, no! In spite of Thamus and Plutarch, and in spite of that fine story which, on Rabelais's word, drew from Pantagruel's eyen teares as bigge as ostriche egges — no, the great Pan was not dead. I know something about that, I who am speaking to you, having had the joy, in the middle of Catholic Provence and eighteen centuries after Tiberius Caesar, of offering the god a sacrifice upon his rustic and still venerated altar.

I hasten to add that, following the example of the Minerva of the Innocent Pagans, who hid herself in a blessed woman's robe under the olive trees of the Minervois, my poor goat-foot, when I discovered him, was concealing his horns beneath a halo, and had been reduced to the humble condition of a country saint.

A singular saint, Saint Pansi — and what a merry pilgrimage!

To reach his chapel you climbed in the sun, for hours and hours, by a path traced out by goats and rubbed out by every storm. So we would lose it sometimes, that sacred road, among the pebbles of the dry torrent-beds and the loose stones of the slopes. Then the procession would halt; the boys kissed the girls, and there was joy, there was laughter! But the path was soon found again, barely visible, ruling its thin line across the steepness of the ravines, or broadly marked, on more faithful ground, through the flowering sage, the marjoram and the box.

Then at a turning, in a gap, between the barren rock of Peyrimpi and the snowy dark haunch of Lure, a hillock came into view, and on the hillock, right at the end, glittering like a splinter of glass in the sun, the white chapel of San-Pansi.

And zou! away, children, to San-Pansi!

Translator's log

Written as the draft was written and frozen with it (R06 §3), before any evaluation of this translation was designed (charter §3, A4). Decisions and alternatives, not quality claims.