“I am the Golden Goblin,” he cried in a harsh voice, when he saw the lad, “and I know what you come for, so take as much gold as you like and go.”
“But where is the Wicked Baron?” asked Kelch.
“He has gone to my kingdom below,” said the Goblin, grinning; “he was my servant, and had as much gold as he wanted, on condition he came with me when he died, so he did die last year, and I’ve got him safe in my kingdom.”
“I AM THE GOLDEN GOBLIN,” HE CRIED IN A HARSH VOICE
Kelch’s hair arose on end at this, so wicked did the Goblin look, but as he had done no harm, he was not afraid.
“Can I take some gold?” he asked; “I want some in order to marry Filina.”
“You can take as much gold as you like,” replied the Goblin graciously, “on condition that you put this ring on Filina’s finger as a present from me.”
“Oh, I don’t mind that,” said Kelch, taking the gold ring held out to him by the Goblin. “Thank you kindly; it will do for a wedding ring.”
“Exactly,” cried the Goblin, nodding his ugly head; “it will do for a wedding ring. Now, fill your pockets with this gold, and it will do for Filina’s dowry.”