“Where is the necklace?” he shrieked. His voice sounded like the caw of a hoarse old crow. “Where is the necklace?”
The queen looked confused.
“Oh, I have not got it on today,” she said. But the king had her eight tire-women and her eight ladies-in-waiting called up, and they had to search over and over through all the queen’s drawers and presses, till they were as red as cranberries, but the necklace was not to be found.
“Have you lost the necklace?” roared the king.
“No,” said the queen, timidly.
“Have you given it away?” shouted the king. “To whom have you given it?”
The queen dropped her eyelids and said nothing.
Then the king had the queen thrown into prison; there she was to remain until the necklace was found.
Now you can imagine what a hurly-burly there was after this. The king in front, with six attendants at his heels, searched the whole castle from garret to cellar. But still the necklace was not to be found.