Later you shall give us an exhibition of your skill. But first you must be knighted!... Is there a sword handy, my Lord?
The Chancellor.
Here, Sire! The carving-knife will serve! [He gets the carving-knife from the table and hands it to the King.]
The Frog.
[Shrinking back.] The carving-knife! Now, really I.... My skin is very sensitive, in spite of appearances!
The King.
Bless my soul, you needn’t be afraid! It was a wedding-present to myself and the Queen! There never was the slightest edge to it!... Will you kindly kneel as well as you can? [The Frog does so, and the King gives him a slap with the flat of the blade, saying:] Rise up, Sir Amphibious Batrachian of Pondmere, Baron Freshwater Warden of the Marshes, and Court Croaker Extraordinary!
All.
Hurrah! Three cheers for Sir Amphibious Batrachian of Pondmere, Baron Freshwater, Warden of the Marshes, and Court Croaker Extraordinary!