“It looks for all the world like bagpipes now,” cried Jock, “and maybe it is a new kind.”
Then he spied the chain, which he slipped into his pocket.
“O that jolly elf, he never forgets anything,” said Jock, and just then some merry recollection of the jolly elf flashed into Jock’s mind and he rolled over and over with laughter.
Suddenly he jumped to his feet, took up his pipes and was soon out of the woods.
When he reached the castle he found Queen Discord on her throne, surrounded by a host of unwilling followers.
Jock approached the throne, bowed low and said: “’Tis the pipes, ’tis the pipes that you want. That is the remedy for Queen Discord.” So saying he slipped the chain out of his pocket and presented it to the Queen, who immediately fastened it around her neck. Quick as a flash Jock’s deft fingers attached the chain to the pipes.
Queen Discord arose from her throne and began to speak. But horrors! no sooner did she open her mouth than the pipes began to play—and you know what was in that bag. The most awful, horrid, harsh, discordant sounds rent the air and the people fled in terror.
When Queen Discord saw the effect of the pipes, she tried to pull them off. But they were fastened around her neck by a fairy chain and no mortal power could remove them. She hurried from the throne and ran out of the castle, the awful pipes playing all the time.
Women and children ran from her in horror, but a crowd of angry men with sticks and stones chased her out of the village.
On and on ran Queen Discord, making nature groan with her horrid pipes. At last she was out of hearing and the people never saw her again. In a few days they restored beautiful Queen Content and were once more happy.