"Gold grass blades? That superb grass that, if you step upon it, puts you to sleep and imparts to you the knowledge of the language of birds—"
"And what do the Korrigans drink?"
"The dew of heaven in the azure shell of wrens' eggs—what boozers they are! But at the slightest sound of human feet—off they vanish. They vanish into the fountain and return to their crystal and coral palace at the bottom of the water. It is to the end of being able to escape quickly the sight of men that they always stay near the water. Oh, the pretty little fairies! I would give my best bow and twenty arrows, I would give all my fishing nets, I would give ten years, twenty years of my life to see a Korrigan!"
"Karadeucq, my son, make not such impious vows on such a stormy night as this—it may bring ill luck—I have never heard the enraged sea roar like this—it sounds like thunder—"
"Good mother, I would brave murky darkness, tempest and thunder to see a Korrigan!"
"Hold your tongue, rash boy, hold your tongue—do not say such words!"
"What a bold and venturesome lad you are, my boy!"
"Grandfather, you should join us in scolding my brother Karadeucq instead of encouraging him in his dangerous wishes. Do you not know—"
"What, my blonde Roselyk?"
"Alas! grandfather, the Korrigans steal the children of poor mothers and put little monsters in their place. The song so has it—"