Quite early next morning came the Lord Chamberlain with a lamp, and he nearly fell backwards with surprise when he saw the Shepherd alive and well. He brought him to the King, whose fury was greater than ever, but who cried:
"Well, now you have been near a hundred deaths; will you say, 'To your good health'?"
But the Shepherd only gave the answer:
"I won't say it till the Princess is my wife."
"Perhaps, after all, you may do it for less," said the King, who saw that there was no chance of making away with the shepherd; and he ordered the state coach to be got ready; then he made the Shepherd get in with him and sit beside him, and ordered the coachman to drive to the silver wood.
When they reached it, he said:
"Do you see this silver wood? Well, if you will say 'To your good health,' I will give it to you."
The shepherd turned hot and cold by turns, but he still persisted:
"I will not say it till the Princess is my wife."
The King was much vexed; he drove further on till they came to a splendid castle, all of gold, and then he said: