“To the noble Marquis of Carrabas!” answered the harvesters.
The King turned to Jack. “My dear Marquis, why did you not tell me it belonged to you?”
“I had forgotten,” answered Jack.
Soon after they came to the drover. The King admired the herd of cattle and asked the drover to whom they belonged.
“To the noble Marquis of Carrabas,” answered the drover.
The King turned to Jack, and complimented him upon his herds. He began to think the Marquis must be very rich.
Then they came to the shepherd, and it was the same thing; his flocks belonged to the Marquis of Carrabas. In the forest the woodsmen said the wood belonged to the Marquis. It seemed as though the Marquis were richer than the King himself.
At last they came to the ogre’s grand castle, and the King asked Jack to whom it belonged. Before Jack could answer the doors were thrown open, and the little cat ran out into the road. “Welcome, welcome, your majesty,” he cried. “Welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carrabas.”
“So this is where you live,” said the King.
“Yes, this is where I live,” answered Jack.