Before the sun rose the cock crew.
And he had, that morning, so martial a tone that you would have thought it a trumpet sounding.
And hearing this trumpet all the devils suddenly put a stop to their drinking and singing.
Pieter Gans and Blaeskaek were overjoyed at that, and ran out into the garden in haste.
Pieter Gans, hurrying to look for his cask of ale, found it changed into stone, and on top of it, sitting horseback fashion, what seemed to be a young boy, quite naked, a fair, sweet little boy, gaily crowned with vine-leaves, with a bunch of grapes hanging over one ear, and in his right hand a staff with a fir-cone at the tip, and grapes and vine-branches twined round it.
And although this little boy was made of stone, he had all the appearance of being alive, so merry a countenance had he.
Greatly alarmed were Gans and Blaeskaek at the sight of this personage.
And fearing both the wrath of the devil and the punishment of the Church, and swearing together to say no word about it to any one, they put the figure (which was but a few thumbs high) in a dark cellar where there was no drink kept.