In the morning she called her father, and gave him a pound of tow to take to the king, and bade him say: “Let the king stop up all the springs and river mouths of the earth with this tow, and then will I dry up the sea for him.” And the poor man went and told this to the king. Now the king saw that this maiden was wiser that he was himself, and he ordered her to be brought before him. And when the father and daughter stood in his presence and bowed before him, he said to the daughter— “Tell me, girl, what is it that man hears the farthest?” And the maiden answered— “Great king! that which man hears the farthest is the thunder, and a lie.” Upon this the king took hold of his beard, and turning to his councilors, demanded of them: “Tell me what my beard is worth?” And when one valued it at so much, and another at so much more, the maiden told them outright that they could not guess it. “The king’s beard,” she said, “is of as much worth as three rainy days in summer time.” The king was astonished and exclaimed, “The maiden has made the best answer!” Then he asked her if she would be his wife, nor would he desist from pressing his suit, until she agreed to it. The maiden bent before him and said— “Glorious king! let it be as you will; but I beg of you to write on a piece of paper with your own hand, that, should you ever be angry with me, and should drive me forth from your palace, I shall be at liberty to take whatever I love dearest away with me.” And the king agreed and wrote out the paper. After some time had passed away, it came, in fact, to pass, that the king became one day so angry with his wife, that he said to her— “I will have you no longer for my wife; leave my palace, and go where you will.” “Illustrious king!” answered the queen, “I will obey you. Permit me, however, to stay here over the night, then in the morning I will go forth.” The king granted her prayer; and the queen before supper mixed some brandy and some sweet herbs in the king’s wine, and pressed him to partake of it, saying— “Drink, O king, and be merry. To-morrow we part; and believe me, I shall then be happier than when I married you.” The king drank too much, and when he was fast asleep, the queen had him laid in a wagon ready prepared, and drove with him into a rocky cavern. And when the king awoke in the cavern, and saw where he was, he cried out— “Who has brought me here?” “I have brought you here,” answered the queen. The king demanded of her: “Why have you done this? Have I not told you that you are no longer my wife?” Then said she, as she drew forth a sheet of paper— “It is true what you say; but see what you yourself have laid down on this sheet: that when I should leave you, I might take with me, from your palace, that which I loved best.” When the king heard this, he kissed her, and went back with her to the palace. THE THREE SONS By Lady Gregory