The crowd stood round in a ring and whispered.
"Will you give me them, please?" the Queen continued.
And the old cobbler answered, "I'll sell them to you."
"But I haven't got any money," the Queen said.
"Then you've come to the wrong shop," the cobbler said determinedly, and looked down again at his work.
"But I'm the Queen," she said, remembering her former experience.
The cobbler said, "Nonsense!" and took a little brass nail from his mouth.
"But I am the Queen," the Queen said angrily.
The cobbler knocked the nail into the shoe. "King Mark's a widower," was all he said.
And the crowd laughed until the Queen felt quite uncomfortable. She was not used to being stared at.