He is born, the little Tchantchès
According to legend, Tchantchès - which means Francis in Walloon - was born in Liège on 25 August 760 in a totally miraculous way between two cobblestones in the Outremeuse district. Singing, his first words were the following: "Come on, Mother Gaspard, one more drink ! ». Already as a baby, he was already biting into life. However, nothing could be done, the sight of the water was forcing him. To make him happy, his adoptive father would make him suck a biscuit dipped in pèkèt.
The legend has it that it was only later, during his baptism, when the midwife accidentally bumped his nose, that it began to swell up ! The child's face was disfigured and was even used as a model for carnival masks.
As an adult, Tchantchès hesitated at first to leave his home because of his cyranoid nose. Finally, encouraged by the crowd, he decided to go out for Saint-Måcrawe's Day, an old Liège tradition during which Tchantchès came out smeared in soot black on a sedan chair escorted by all the people of the neighbourhood. He experienced a great triumph and soon realised that ugliness, accompanied by wit and kindness of soul, knows how to be loved. Since that day he was crowned "Prince di Dju d'là Mouse" (Prince d'Outre-Meuse).
One day, Tchantchès met Bishop Turpin (his real name, Tilpin or Tulpin) and Roland, Charlemagne's nephew. After taking part in their conversation, he invited him to serve Roland's nephew, which brought him directly into Charlemagne's court.