In old times, when all kinds of wonderful things happened in Brittany, there lived in the village of Lanillis, a young man named Houarn Pogamm and a girl called Bellah Postik. They were cousins, and as their mothers were great friends, and constantly in and out of each other’s houses, they had often been laid in the same cradle, and had played and fought over their games.  
‘When they are grown up they will marry,’ said the mothers; but just as every one was beginning to think of wedding bells, the two mothers died, and the cousins, who had no money, went as servants in the same house. This was better than being parted, of course, but not so good as having a little cottage of their own, where they could do as they liked, and soon they might have been heard bewailing to each other the hardness of their lots.
 
‘If we could only manage to buy a cow and get a pig to ,’ Houarn, ‘I would rent a bit of ground from the master, and then we could be married.’
 
‘Yes,’ answered Bellah, with a deep sigh; ‘but we live in such hard times, and at the last fair the price of pigs had risen again.’
 
‘We shall have long to wait, that is quite clear,’ replied Houarn, turning away to his work.
 
Whenever they met they repeated their , and at length Houarn’s patience was , and one morning he came to Bellah and told her that he was going away to seek his fortune.
 
The girl was very unhappy as she listened to this, and felt sorry that she had not tried to make the best of things. She Houarn not to leave her, but he would listen to nothing.
 
‘The birds,’ he said, ‘continue flying until they reach a field of corn, and the bees do not stop unless they find the honey-giving flowers, and why should a man have less sense than they? Like them, I shall seek till I get what I want—that is, money to buy a cow and a pig to fatten. And if you love me, Bellah, you won’t attempt to hinder a plan which will hasten our marriage.’
 
The girl saw it was useless to say more, so she answered sadly:
 
‘Well, go then, since you must. But first I will divide with you all that my parents left me,’ and going to her room, she opened a small chest, and took from it a bell, a knife, and a little stick.
 
‘This bell,’ she said, ‘can be heard at any distance, however far, but it only rings to warn us that our friends are in great danger. The knife frees all it touches from the spells that have been laid on them; while the stick will carry you wherever you want to go. I will give you the knife to guard you against the of wizards, and the bell to tell me of your . The stick I shall keep for myself, so that I can fly to you if ever you have need of me.’
 
Then they cried for a little on each other’s necks, and Houarn started for the mountains.
 
But in those days, as in these, beggars , and through every village he passed they followed Houarn in crowds, mistaking him for a gentleman, because there were no holes in his clothes.
 
‘There is no fortune to be made here,’ he thought to himself; ‘it is a place for spending, and not earning. I see I must go further,’ and he walked on to Pont-aven, a pretty little town built on the bank of a river.
 
He was sitting on a bench outside an inn, when he heard two men who were loading their talking about the Groac’h of the island of Lok.
 
‘What is a Groac’h?’ asked he. ‘I have never come across one.’ And the men answered that it was the name given to the fairy that dwelt in the lake, and that she was rich—oh! richer than all the kings in the world put together. Many had gone to the island to try and get possession of her treasures, but no one had ever come back.
 
As he listened Houarn’s mind was made up.
 
‘I will go, and return too,’ he said to the muleteers. They stared at him in , and him not to be so mad and to throw away his life in such a foolish manner; but he only laughed, and answered that if they could tell him of any other way in which to a cow and a pig to fatten, he would think no more about it. But the men did not know how this was to be done, and, shaking their heads over his , left him to his fate.
 
So Houarn went down to the sea, and found a boatman who engaged to take him to the of Lok.
 
The island was large, and lying almost across it was a lake, with a narrow opening to the sea. Houarn paid the boatman and sent him away, and then proceeded to walk round the lake. At one end he perceived a small skiff, painted blue and shaped like a swan, lying under a of yellow broom. As far as he could see, the swan’s head was tucked under its wing, and Houarn, who had never a boat of the sort, went quickly towards it and stepped in, so as to examine it the better. But no sooner was he on board than the swan woke suddenly up; his head emerged from under his wing, his feet began to move in the water, and in another moment they were in the middle of the lake.
 
As soon as the young man had recovered from his surprise, he prepared to jump into the lake and swim to shore. But the bird had guessed his intentions, and beneath the water, carrying Houarn with him to the palace of the Groac’h.
 
Now, unless you have been under the sea and beheld all the wonders that lie there, you can never have an idea what the Groac’h’s palace was like. It was all made of shells, blue and green and pink and lilac and white, shading into each other till you could not tell where one colour ended and the other began. The staircases were of crystal, and every separate stair sang like a woodland bird as you put your foot on it. Round the palace were great gardens full of all the plants that grow in the sea, with diamonds for flowers.
 
In a large hall the Groac’h was lying on a couch of gold. The pink and white of her face reminded you of the shells of her palace, while her long black hair was intertwined with of coral, and her dress of green silk seemed formed out of the sea. At the sight of her Houarn stopped, dazzled by her beauty.
 
‘Come in,’ said the Groac’h, rising to her feet. ‘Strangers and handsome youths are always welcome here. Do not be shy, but tell me how you found your way, and what you want.’
 
‘My name is Houarn,’ he answered, ‘Lanillis is my home, and I am trying to earn enough money to buy a little cow and a pig to fatten.’
 
‘Well, you can easily get that,’ replied she; ‘it is nothing to worry about. Come in and enjoy yourself.’ And she him to follow her into a second hall whose floors and walls were formed of pearls, while down the sides there were tables with fruit and wines of all kinds; and as he ate and drank, the Groac’h talked to him and told him how the treasures he saw came from shipwrecked , and were brought to her palace by a magic current of water.
 
‘I do not wonder,’ exclaimed Houarn, who now felt quite at home—‘I do not wonder that the people on the earth have so much to say about you.’
 
‘The rich are always envied.’
 
‘For myself,’ he added, with a laugh, ‘I only ask for the half of your wealth.’
 
‘You can have it, if you will, Houarn,’ answered the fairy.
 
‘What do you mean?’ cried he.
 
‘My husband, Korandon, is dead,’ she replied, ‘and if you wish it, I will marry you.’
 
The young man gazed at her in surprise. Could any one so rich and so beautiful really wish to be his wife? He looked at her again, and Bellah was forgotten as he answered:
 
‘A man would be mad indeed to refuse such an offer. I can only accept it with joy.’
 
‘Then the sooner it is done the better,’ said the Groac’h, and gave orders to her servants. After that was finished, she begged Houarn to accompany her to a fish-pond at the bottom of the garden.
 
‘Come lawyer, come , come tailor, come singer!’ cried she, holding out a net of steel; and at each summons a fish appeared and jumped into the net. When it was full she went into a large kitchen and threw them all into a golden pot; but above the bubbling of the water Houarn seemed to hear the whispering of little voices.
 
‘Who is it whispering in the golden pot, Groac’h?’ he inquired at last.
 
‘It is nothing but the noise of the wood sparkling,’ she answered; but it did not sound the least like that to Houarn.
 
‘There it is again,’ he said, after a short pause.
 
‘The water is getting hot, and it makes the fish jump,’ she replied; but soon the noise grew louder and like cries.
 
‘What is it?’ asked Houarn, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
 
‘Just the crickets on the hearth,’ said she, and broke into a song which drowned the cries from the pot.
 
But though Houarn held his peace, he was not as happy as before. Something seemed to have gone wrong, and then he suddenly remembered Bellah.
 
‘Is it possible I can have forgotten her so soon? What a I am!’ he thought to himself; and he remained apart and watched the Groac’h while she emptied the fish into a plate, and bade him eat his dinner while she fetched wine from her cellar in a cave.
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