'Nay,' I said, 'my Sovereign is no fiction, but a great King and a noble, and one that might govern the Three Worlds, much more a kingdom,'
'Thou shalt talk thy treason in the presence,' they cried; and therewith I was dragged before King Jewel-plume.
'Who is this?' asked the Rajah.
'He is a servant of King Silver-sides, of the Island of Camphor,' they replied; 'and he slights your Majesty, on your Majesty's own land.'
'Sirrah Crane!' said the Prime Minister, a Vulture, 'who is chief officer in that court?'
'A Brahmany Goose,' I answered, 'named "Know-all"; and he does know every possible science.'
'Sire,' broke in a Parrot, 'this Camphor-isle and the rest are poor places, and belong to Jambudwipa. Your Majesty has but to plant the royal foot upon them.'
'Oh! of course,' said the King.
'Nay,' said I, 'if talking makes your Majesty King of Camphor-island, my Liege may be lord of Jambudwipa by a better title.'
'And that?' said the Parrot.