“Now, surely it is not possible to grow such pears with deep snow on the ground?” cried the king.
“Oh, that never affects them,” answered the fox lightly; “he is rich enough to do anything. But to-day he sends me to ask if you will give him your daughter in marriage?”
“If he is so much richer than I am,” said the king, “I shall be obliged to refuse. My honour would not permit me to accept his offer.”
“Oh, your Majesty, you must not think that,” replied the fox; “and do not let the question of a dowry trouble you. The Count Piro would not dream of asking anything but the hand of the princess.”
“Is he really so rich that he can do without a dowry?” asked the king.
“Did I not tell your Majesty that he was richer than you?” answered the fox reproachfully.
“Well, beg him to come here, that we may talk together,” said the king.
So the fox went back to the young man and said: “I have told the king that you are Count Piro, and have asked his daughter in marriage.”
“Oh, little fox, what have you done?” cried the youth in dismay; “when the king sees me he will order my head to be cut off.”
“Oh, no, he won’t!” replied the fox; “just do as I tell you.” And he went off to the town, and stopped at the house of the best tailor.