King: It should be a queer big thing that
wouldn't wait till I have my rest taken.
Dall Glic: So it is a big matter, and a weighty
one.
King: Not to be left in quiet and all I am after
using! Food that was easy to eat! Drink that
was easy to drink! That's the dinner that was
a dinner. That cook now is a wonder!
Dall Glic: That is now the very one I am wishful
to speak about.
King: I give you my word, I'd sooner have
one goose dressed by him than seven dressed by
any other one!
Dall Glic: The Queen that was urging me for
to put my mind to make out some way to get quit
of him.
King: Isn't it a hard thing the very minute
I find a lad can dress a dinner to my liking, I must
be made an attack on to get quit of him?
Dall Glic: It is on the head of the Princess Nu.
King: Tell me this, Dall Glic. Supposing, now,
he was ...in spite of me ...to wed with her
...against my will ...and it might be unknownst
to me.
Dall Glic: Such a thing must not happen.