"'Tis I, Drakesbill. I want to speak with the King."
"Speak with the King? Nonsense! That is easier said than done. The King is in the parlor counting out his money."
"That is just what I want to see him do," said Drakesbill. "Tell him I am here, and then he will know my business."
The doorkeeper went into the parlor to speak with the King. But he was not there; he was in the kitchen, just sitting down to dinner with a white napkin round his neck.
"Good! good!" said the King. "I know the rascal. Fetch him in and put him with the turkeys and chickens."
The doorkeeper went back to the door.
"Walk in, sir!"
"Good!" said Drakesbill to himself. "Now I can see how the folks eat at the King's table."
"This way, this way!" said the doorkeeper. "Now step through that gate. There you are!"