The King did not fail to ask the mowers whose meadow they were mowing.
“To my lord Marquis of Carabas,” answered they all together; for the Cat’s threats had made them terribly afraid.
“To my lord Marquis of Carabas,” answered they all together; for the Cat’s threats had made them terribly afraid.
“Truly a fine estate,” said the King to the Marquis of Carabas.
“You see, sir,” said the Son, “this is a meadow which never fails to yield a plentiful harvest every year.”
“You see, sir,” said the Son, “this is a meadow which never fails to yield a plentiful harvest every year.”
The Master Cat, who still went on ahead, met with some reapers, and said to them:
“Good people, you who are reaping, if you do not tell the King that all this corn belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped as small as mince-meat.”
“Good people, you who are reaping, if you do not tell the King that all this corn belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped as small as mince-meat.”
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