“Sing if you will! I shall not!”
So the peasant sang and sang, and he heard two voices. So he stopped and asked his wife: “Are you helping me; to sing with a thin voice?”
“What are you thinking of? I was doing nothing of the sort.”
“What was it, then?”
“I don’t know,” said the wife. “Sing. I will listen.” So he went on singing by himself, and again the two voices were heard. So he stayed still, and said, “Sorrow, are you aiding me to sing?”
And Sorrow answered: “Yes, I am aiding you.”
“Now, Sorrow, we will go on together.”
“Yes, I will ever remain with you.”
So the peasant went home. But Sorrow called him into the inn.
He said: “I have no money.”