King: What now is a Maderalla?
Manus: He is a beast that saves the cook trouble,
swallowing all those meats one after another—in
Sorcha.
King: That should be a very pretty dish. Let
you go make a start with it the way we will not be
famished before nightfall. Bring him, Dall Glic,
to the larder.
Dall Glic: I'm in dread it's as good for him to
stop where he is.
King: What are you saying?
Dall Glic: Those lads of apprentices that left
nothing in it only bare hooks.
Nurse: It is the Queen would give no leave
for more provision to come in, saying there was
no one to prepare it.
Manus: If that is so, I will be forced to lay
my orders on the Hawk of the Grey Rock and the
Brown Otter of the Stream to bring in meat at
my bidding.
King: Hurry on so.
Queen: I myself will go and give you instructions
what way to use the kitchen.