The royal stewards have always sought."
"For your three mills I have no desire,
Some other reward must pay my hire."
"My roof tile of gold and ivory."
"Your gold and iv'ry tiles are not for me."
"My daughters fair, you shall have them all;
Two to serve you in your banquet hall;
The third and fairest shall be your bride,
In love's nest to slumber by your side."
"Princess, your fair daughters count for nought,