"To our home."
"Where is it?"
"Miles of road from this."
"What is thy name?"
"Start-the-game, that is my name. Strike-for-a-word, people call my sword. Sorrow-of-life, so hight my wife. Rise, Lig-a-bed, she cries to her maid. Still-at-a-stand, that is my man. Hobbletehoy, I christened my boy. Lank-i'-the-bag, I scold my nag. Shamble-and-stalk, we call his walk. Trot-i'-the-bog, I whistle my dog. Saw-ye-that, so jumps my cat. Snug-in-the-rug, he is my bug. Now thou knowest me, with wife and child, and all my household."
"Thou seemest to me to be a queer fellow."
"I am no fellow at all, for I follow no handicraft."
"Answer me one question."
"Let us hear it."
"Hast thou any news of Count Ernst of Gleichen, from the East?"