"Call for the black cat," commanded the king.
"Purrier, to the front," cried Primeval.
With a few fine springs the cat was in his place and on his hind legs before the king. But his eyes were closed because of the glare of light from the ruby and the diamond.
"Tell king Muffler all you know about Stupidify's treatment of Crafticus."
Purrier did so and added—
"I was so sorry and indignant after the selfish goose sat down in the poor fox's warm place that I called out to him—'Demand your rights, the king is on your side.'"
Then Purrier finished by saying—
"Pardon me, O king, if I venture to say that such senseless, irritating conduct as the goose exhibited all that night might almost try your own great patience."
"It would indeed," said Muffler, "it was absurd and provoking in the highest degree, and if there be nothing to set aside your testimony, Crafticus shall go free." And when Purrier bowed and sprang away, the king smiled approvingly and called after him—"You are a sympathetic, clever little fellow, and I like your glossy, black coat."
"Next witness," said Muffler.