The King heard of this and was very angry, and sent for the Shepherd to appear before him.
The Shepherd came and stood before the throne, where the King sat looking very grand and powerful. But however grand or powerful he might be, the Shepherd did not feel a bit afraid of him.
"Say at once 'To my good health'!" cried the King.
"To my good health," replied the Shepherd.
"To mine—to mine, you rascal, you vagabond!" stormed the King.
"To mine, to mine, Your Majesty," was the answer.
"But to mine—to my own!" roared the King, and beat on his breast in a rage.
"Well, yes; to mine, of course, to my own," cried the Shepherd, and gently tapped his breast.
The King was beside himself with fury and did not know what to do, when the Lord chamberlain interfered:
"Say at once—say this very moment, 'To your health, Your Majesty,' for if you don't say it you will lose your life," he whispered.