and he went forward, singing a verse of a song to himself, until he came as far as a big bush that was growing on the brink of a glen. There was a grey old man sitting at the foot of the bush, and he said, “King’s son, if you are able to play as well as you are able to sing songs, I would like to play a game with you.” The King’s son thought that it was a silly old man that was in it, and he alighted, threw bridle over branch, and sat down by the side of the grey old man.
The old man drew out a pack of cards and asked, “Can you play these?”
“I can,” said the King’s son.
“What shall we play for?” said the grey old man.
“Anything you wish,” says the King’s son.
“All right; if I win you must do for me anything I shall ask of you, and if you win I must do for you anything you ask of me,” says the grey old man.
“I’m satisfied,” says the King’s son.
hey played the game, and the King’s son beat the grey old man. Then he said, “What would you like me to do for you, King’s son?”
“I won’t ask you to do anything for me,” says the King’s son. “I think that you are not able to do much.”