eward.
Her majesty and I rose and went into the outer court, where we found,
sitting on that carpet with a glass of beer in his hand, a respectable-
looking upper servant, whom I recognised as your butler. He informed us
that he had just killed the beast, and showed us the horns and tail, sure
enough; there they are! The tail is like the iron handle of a pump, but
the horns are genuine. A pair were thrown up by a volcano, in my great-
grandfather's time, Giglio I. {100} Excellent coffee this, of yours!"

The ambassador bowed.

"Well, we asked him _where_ he killed the Firedrake, and he said in a
garden near Gluckstein. Then he began to speak about the reward, and the
'perkisits,' as he called them, which it seems he had read about in my
proclamation. Rather a neat thing; drew it up myself," added his
majesty.

"Very much to the point," said the ambassador, wondering what the king
was coming to.

"Glad you like it," said the king, much pleased. "Well, where was I? Oh,
yes; your man said he had killed the creature in a garden, quite near
Gluckstein. I didn't much like the whole affair: he is an alien, you
see; and then there was my niece, Molinda--poor girl, _she_ was certain
to give trouble. Her heart is buried, if I may say so, with poor
Alphonso. But the queen is a very remarkable woman--very remarkable--"

"Very!" said the Ambassador, with perfect truth.

"'Caitiff!' she cries to your butler;" his majesty went on, "'perjured
knave, thou liest in thy throat! Gluckstein is a hundred leagues from
here, and how sayest thou that thou slewest the monster, and camest
hither in a few hours' space?' This had not occurred to me,--I am a
plain king, but I at once saw the force of her majesty's argument. 'Yes,'
said I; 'how did you manage it?' But he--your man, I mean--was not a bit
put out. 'Why, your majesty,' says he, 'I just sat down on that there
bit of carpet, wished I was here, and here _I ham_. And I'd be glad,
having had the trouble,--and my time not being my own,--to see the colour
of them perkisits, according to the proclamation.' On this her majesty
grew more indignant, if possible. 'Nonsense!' she cried; 'a story out of
the _Arabian Nights_ is not suited for a modern public, and fails to win
aesthetic credence.' These were her very words."

"Her majesty's expressions are ever choice and appropriate," said the
Ambassador.

"'Sit down there, on the carpet, knave,' she went on; 'ourself and