So one of the court ladies had to go in, but she drew on wooden slippers first.
"What will you take for the saucepan?" inquired the lady.
"I must have ten kisses from the princess," said the swineherd.
"Heaven preserve us!" exclaimed the maid of honor.
"I cannot sell it for less," answered the swineherd.
"Well, what does he say?" asked the princess.
"I cannot tell you, really," replied the lady. "It is too dreadful."
"Then you may whisper it." So the lady whispered it.
"He is an impudent fellow," said the princess, and she walked on. But when she had gone a little way, the bells again tinkled prettily,
"Ah! thou dearest Augustine,
All is gone, gone, gone."