Queen: You would see more if you had your
two eyes! He has six heads at the least!
King: He has but one. He is twisting and
turning it around.
Dall Glic: He is coming up towards the flaggy
shore!
King: I hear him! He is snoring like a flock
of pigs!
Queen: He is rearing his head in the air! He
has teeth as long as a tongs!
Doll Glic: No, but his tail he is rearing up!
It would take a ladder forty feet long to get to
the tip of it!
Queen: There is the King of Sorcha going out
the gate for to make an end of him.
Dall Glic: So he is, too. That is great bravery.
King: He is going to one side. He is come
to a stop.
Dall Glic: It seems to me he is ready to fall in
his standing. He is gone into a little thicket of
furze. He is not coming out, but is lying crouched
up in it the same as a hare in a tuft. I can see his
shoulders narrowed up.