She had hardly finished, when a pair of wings sprang from the sides of her horse, which now became a great bird, and in this shape flew away with her to the top of the rock.
Strange indeed was the sight that here met her eyes. Upon a nest made of potter’s clay and dry moss squatted a little korandon,[3] all swarthy and wrinkled, who, on beholding Bellah, began to cry aloud,
“Hurrah! here is the pretty maiden come to save me!”
“Save thee!” said Bellah. “Who art thou, then, my little man?”
“I am Jeannik, the husband of the Groac’h of the Isle of Lok. She it was that sent me here.”
“But what art thou doing in this nest?”
“I am sitting on six stone eggs, and I cannot be free till they are hatched.”
Bellah could not keep herself from laughing.
“Poor thing!” said she; “and how can I deliver thee?”
“By first saving Houarn, who is in the Groac’h’s power.”