The result was unparalleled; nothing half so exquisite had ever been
tasted. They were all in ecstasies, Æneas in particular. They gathered
all the Giant's heads and stored them in the cellar. Daphne baked pies
of them every day, and nothing could surpass the felicity of the whole
family.

One morning the King had been out hunting, and happened to ride by the
cottage of Patroclus with a train of his knights. Daphne was baking
pies as usual, and the kitchen door and window were both open, for the
room was so warm; so the delicious odor of the pies perfumed the whole
air about the cottage.

"What is it smells so utterly lovely?" exclaimed the King, sniffing in
a rapture.

He sent his page in to see.

"The housewife is baking Giant's head pies," said the page returning.

"What?" thundered the King. "Bring out one to me!"

So the page brought out a pie to him, and after all his knights had
tasted to be sure it was not poison, and the king had watched them
sharply for a few moments to be sure they were not killed, he tasted
too.

[Illustration: THEN THE KING KNIGHTED HIM ON THE SPOT.]

Then he beamed. It was a new sensation, and a new sensation is a great
boon to a king.