What think you of it? What think you of it?
Uncle Garibo! Uncle Garibo!")
And the spider seemed to dance in a wild ecstasy, vibrating on his line with immense impetus, quite close to Sieur Guizol's face.
Then Guizol asks if his host really believes in the Golden Goat, and the man addresses the spider indignantly.
"Ha! dost thou hear him Taragnigna? He doubts that the Cabro d'Or lives here! But he won't doubt when he gets some of his gold!"
And then he goes on to say that after that he will marry Guizol's daughter, Rosette, and they will all go down to the woodcutter's home, and the spider shall dance Li Mouresco every night.
"And thou shall give us lis Ouliveto," he adds, addressing the formidable insect; "for the Sieur does not know perhaps that I am a cornamousaire."
He draws out a bagpipe and commences to play.
"What, brave ome! art thou going to dance? Now let me see if you have forgotten the farandole," and the musician lilted up a wild fantastic tune, "and Sieur Guizol's feet began to keep time to the music, and anon faster and faster as the player played, faster and faster poor Guizol danced, while the spider swung about as though in rapture."
Thus the poor woodcutter is drawn under the will of the recluse and his spider, and night after night, against his better judgment, against his wish, he goes to meet the sorcerer at the hole in the mountain where the Golden Goat guards his treasure.