“I’m going to make some gruel for the young master,” says the cook, “for he’s dying for love of the lady.”
“Let me make it,” says Cap o’ Rushes.
Well, the cook wouldn’t at first, but at last she said yes, and Cap o’ Rushes made the gruel. And when she had made it she slipped the ring into it on the sly before the cook took it upstairs.
The young man he drank it, and then he saw the ring at the bottom.
“Send for the cook,” says he.
So up she came.
“Who made this gruel here?” says he.
“I did,” says the cook, for she was frightened.
And he looked at her.
“No, you didn’t,” says he. “Say who did it, and you shan’t be harmed.”