But when they seen the dhraggin fall outside, they all run downstairs and scampered into the palace-yard for to circumspect the curosity; and by the time they got down, the waiver had got off o’ the dhraggin’s neck; and runnin’ up to the king, says he—
“Plaze your holiness, I did not think myself worthy of killin’ this facetious baste, so I brought him to yourself for to do him the honour of decripitation by your own royal five fingers. But I tamed him first, before I allowed him the liberty for to dar’ to appear in your royal prisince, and you’ll obleege me if you’ll just make your mark with your own hand upon the onruly baste’s neck.” And with that, the king, sure enough, dhrew out his swoord and took the head aff the dirty brute, as clane as a new pin.
Well, there was great rejoicin’ in the coort that the dhraggin was killed; and says the king to the little waiver, says he—
“You are a knight arriant as it is, and so it would be no use for to knight you over again; but I will make you a lord,” says he.
“O Lord!” says the waiver, thunderstruck like at his own good luck.
“I will,” says the king; “and as you are the first man I ever heer’d tell of that rode a dhraggin, you shall be called Lord Mount Dhraggin,” says he.
“And where’s my estates, plaze your holiness?” says the waiver, who always had a sharp look-out afther the main chance.
“Oh, I didn’t forget that,” says the king. “It is my royal pleasure to provide well for you, and for that rayson I make you a present of all the dhraggins in the world, and give you power over them from this out,” says he.
“Is that all?” says the waiver.
“All!” says the king. “Why, you ongrateful little vagabone, was the like ever given to any man before?”