The second year the rich wood-cutter came to the forest in fine new clothes, and wearing tied round his waist the scarf of Mayor.
"Mr. Merlin," called he, "come and speak to me."
"Here I am," said the voice. "What do you wish?"
"Our Bishop died yesterday, and my son, with your aid, would like to replace him. A fresh favor, then, I ask of your kindness."
"In forty days it shall be done," said Merlin.
Accordingly, in forty days the son became a Bishop, and yet they were not contented.
At the end of the third year the wood-cutter sought his protector, and in a low voice called,
"Merlin, will you do me another favor?"
"What is it?" said the voice.
"My daughter wishes to be the wife of a Director."