During the dance the king’s face was something to behold and wonder at, his excitement was intense, and when Raggy finished he had simply to begin again. So it was “encore” and “encore” till the poor boy fairly sank on the ground panting from exertion, and the king shouted “Lobo! Lobo! Lobo! Lobo!”
To change the programme, Harry commenced to sing “Rule Britannia,” and somewhat to his surprise, while the king beat time with his hand on his knee, several of the amazons joined the chorus and actually followed the tune.
The amazons after this took chains of flowers and threw over Harry’s head till he was nearly choked.
The concert ended at last and feasting began, and after this the king was led away and deposited on a couch of leaves and flowers, and at once went off to sleep.
“And no wonder,” said Harry to himself, “for he has picked the bones of a couple of fowls, and eaten nearly half a goat.”
Next morning his majesty was up betimes, and as bright as a lark.
He was full of business. There was Harry’s boat to get ready, and also his own, for he meant to send his guest away in state.
“Ask or me anything,” he said to Harry, “and I will give it if you promise to return.”
“I will assuredly return,” replied Harry, “if the Great Father spares me.”
“And now, when I think of it, I shall be for ever grateful to you for your hospitality. Will you add to it by lending me two of your people to help me as carriers on my march?”