“No. His rule is either to travel with a great retinue or to go on foot disguised as a poor woodsman attended only by me.”
“Couldn’t you prevail on him to come to me disguised as a poor woodsman?” the King begged. “Once he was here, I could place gorgeous clothes at his disposal.”
But still the Fox shook his head.
“I fear Your Majesty’s wardrobe doesn’t contain the kind of clothes my master is accustomed to.”
“I assure you I’ve got some very good clothes,” the King said. “Come along this minute and we’ll go through them and I’m sure you’ll find some that your master would wear.”
So they went to a room which was like a big wardrobe with hundreds and hundreds of hooks upon which were hung hundreds of coats and breeches and embroidered shirts. The King ordered his attendants to bring the costumes down one by one and place them before the Fox.
The King thought that if Mikko should see his daughter