The black fellow laughed heartily.
"Then what were you doing in my master's apartments?"
"Who's your master? I've nothing to do with him. I and all good spirits praise God the Lord! Speak! What is it you want of me?"
"Oh, you stupid! My master is the queen's brother. I'm his valet de chambre. We arrived here last evening."
Walpurga could not understand what it all meant. Luckily for her, at that moment, the duke and the king came out of the apartment.
Addressing the Moor in English, the duke inquired what had happened; answering in the same tongue, the Moor said that the peasant woman had taken him for the devil incarnate; upon hearing which, the duke and the king laughed heartily.
"What brings you here?" inquired the king.
"I lost my way, after leaving the chapel," replied Walpurga. "My child will cry. Do please show me the way back to him."
The king instructed one of the lackeys to conduct her to her apartments. While going away she overheard the uncle, who was to be chief sponsor, saying: "What a fine milch-cow you've brought from the Highlands!"
When she had returned to her room, and again beheld herself in the large mirror, she said: