The prime minister, reverently looking up, said, "The King o' heaven."
"The king of whaur, Sandy?"
"The King o' heaven."
The Scottish king did not understand, but was unwilling to exhibit any ignorance.
"Just gang your ways, Sandy, and tell King o' heaven to gi'e up his dominions, or I'll come mysel' and ding him oot o' them; and mind you, Sandy, you dinna come back to us until ye ha'e dune oor biddin'."
The prime minister retired much perplexed, but met a priest, and, re-assured, returned and presented himself.
"Weel, Sandy," said the king, "ha'e ye seen the King o' heaven? and what says he to our biddin'?"
"An it please your majesty, I ha'e seen one o' his accredited ministers."
"Weel, and what says he?"
"He says your majesty may e'en ha'e his kingdom for the axin' o' it."