_: That is now the very one I am wishful
to speak about.

_King_: I give you my word, I'd sooner have
one goose dressed by him than seven dressed by
any other one!

_Dall Glic_: The Queen that was urging me for
to put my mind to make out some way to get quit
of him.

_King_: Isn't it a hard thing the very minute
I find a lad can dress a dinner to my liking, I must
be made an attack on to get quit of him?

_Dall Glic_: It is on the head of the Princess Nu.

_King_: Tell me this, Dall Glic. Supposing, now,
he was ...in spite of me ...to wed with her
...against my will ...and it might be unknownst
to me.

_Dall Glic_: Such a thing must not happen.

_King_: To be sure, it must not happen. Why
would it happen? But supposing--I only said
supposing it did. Would you say would that
lad grow too high in himself to go into the kitchen
...it might be only an odd time ...to oblige
me ...and dress a dinner the same as he did
to-day?

_Dall Glic_: I am sure and certain that he would
not. It is the way, it is, with the common sort,
the lower orders. He'd be wishful to sit on a chair
at his ease and to leave his hand idle till he'd grow
to be bulky and wishful for sleep.

_King_: That is a pity, a great pity, and a great
loss to the world. A big misfortune he to have
got it in his head to take a liking to the girl. I
tell you he was a great lad behind the saucepans!

_Dall Glic_: Since he did get it in his head, it is
what we have to do now, to make an end of
him.

_King_: To gaol him now, and settle up ovens
and spits and all sorts in the cell, wouldn't he,
to shorten the day, be apt to start cooking?

_Dall Glic_: In my belief he will do nothing at
all, but to hold you to the promise you made,
and to force you to send away the King of Sorcha.

_King_: To have the misfortune of a cook for
a son-in-law, and without the good luck of profiting
by what he can do in his trade! That is a hard thing
for a father to put up with, let alone a king!

_Dall Glic_: If you will but listen to the advice
I have to give....

_King_: I know it without you telling me. You
are asking me to make away with the lad! And
who knows but the girl might turn on me after,
women are so queer, and say I had a right to have
asked leave from herself?

_Dall Glic_: There will no one suspect you of
doing it, and you to take my plan. Bid them
heat the big oven outside on the lawn that is for
roasting a bullock in its full bulk.

_Kin