The beggar proceeded to help himself, and made a clean sweep of all the cakes that were on the counter. There was a big hole in his coat, and into that he thrust them, so that the lining at last was quite full.
The honey-cake maker was extremely pleased at the sight, for he had not expected to sell any cakes that day.
When the cakes had all disappeared there was an awkward pause.
"Now I'll go on again," the Queen said.
"But you haven't paid," the honey-cake maker said in some alarm.
"Pay!" said the Queen. "What do you mean?"
"Paid for the cakes, I mean," the honey-cake maker said.
"I don't understand you," she answered. "I am the Queen; I never pay for what I eat."
"She is the Queen," the beggar said; "and if you don't take care she'll have your head off."
The honey-cake maker jumped back so suddenly that he sat down in a tub of honey and stuck there doubled up with his knees to his chin.