“And who will also restore you to your shape of Christians,” said Bellah, drawing forth the knife of St. Corentin. But as she was about to touch the first fish, she perceived close to her a frog, with the magic bell hung about his neck, and sobbing bitterly as he knelt before her. Bellah felt her bosom swell, and she exclaimed, “Is it thou, is it thou, my Houarn, thou lord of my sorrow and my joy?”
“It is I,” answered the youth.
At a touch with the potent blade he recovered his proper form, and Bellah and he fell into each other’s arms, the one eye weeping for the past, the other glistening with the present joy.
She then did the like to all the fishes, who were restored each of them to his pristine shape and condition.
The work of disenchantment was hardly at an end, when up came the little korandon from the Stag’s-Leap rock.
“Here I am, my pretty maiden,” cried he to Bellah: “the spell which held me where you saw me is broken, and I am come to thank you for my deliverance.”
He then conducted the lovers to the Groac’h’s coffers, which were filled with precious stones, of which he told them to take as many as they pleased.
They both loaded their pockets, their girdles, and their hats; and when they had as much as they could carry, they departed, with all whom she had delivered from the enchantment.
The banns were soon published, and Houarn and Bellah were married. But instead of a little cow and a lean pig, he bought all the land in the parish, and put in as farmers the people he had brought with him from the Isle of Lok.