Instead of rejoicing at his friend’s good fortune, Jean was full of envy. Forgetting his fears in his greed for gain, he pushed himself into the midst of the Korrigans, who had once more begun to dance, and joined them in their singing. His voice was less melodious than Peric’s, and he did not keep time so well, but they suffered him amongst them out of curiosity.
Presently he, like Peric, grew tired of the monotonous chant, and shouted:
‘Ha Disadarn, ha Disul’
(And Saturday and Sunday)
‘What else? what else?’ cried the Korrigans in great excitement, but he only looked as stupid as an owl, and repeated these words over and over. Catching him in their veils, they tossed him up as they had done Peric, and when he came down again he found he had red hair and a hump. They were angry you see, that he had come so near to breaking the spell and had then disappointed them, for if he had only had the sense to add:
‘Ha cetu chu er sizun,’
(And now the week is ended)
he would have broken the spell and set them free, since Peric had already sung ‘And Saturday and Sunday.’”
