He asked a lodging for the night,
His valise from his steed unbound,
He let none bear it but himself
And set it by him on the ground.
’Here’s gold or jewels,’ thought the host,
’That’s carrying south to find the king.’
He chattered many a loyal word,
And scraps of royal airs gan sing.
His guest thereat grew more at ease
And o’er his wine he gave a toast,