"Come you," said the king to his gille, "and set in order the coach that we may send for the herd's boy."
So the coach was set in order, and sent to the herd's bothy where the lad sat with his black dog in his gray garment.
"Get up," said the gille, "the king wants you, and here is the coach come to fetch you."
So the lad got up and filled the coach with big stones and muck, and the gille had to go back.
Down came the king to see who was in his coach, and he opened the door. But if he did the stones and the muck tumbled out and nearly smothered him. I won't say what I have said," quoth the counsellor, but the best thing to be done now is to go yourself and fetch the herd's boy. So the coach was cleaned, and the king and the king's daughter and the counsellor got into it, and down they
