King.
“Where have you come from, Kite of the Desert, and what has now brought you here?”
Kite.
“I come from my own land and soil and desert.”
King.
“How have you land and soil and desert, when I have neither land nor soil nor desert?”
Kite.
“My own hardiness and swiftness and strength.”
King.
“I have a smart brown-haired youth, who can throw you down, and kick you, and take sixteen thongs out of your back, and a thong to tie you with, and who can throw your wife into the byre gutter while you yourself are tied.”