they saw William approaching tumbled out of their dwelling with a
great racket, crying to him to come and drink and play with them.

"Not I," said he. "For so I should lose my Barn to you, and such as
it is it is a shelter, and my only one. But tell me, if you can,
what should a King do in a Barn?"

"He should dance in it," said they, and went laughing and singing
back to their cups.

"What sort of advice is this, Pepper?" said the King. "Shall we try
elsewhere?"

The nag whinnied with unusual vehemence, and the King, taking this
for yea, and not observing that she limped as she went, rode on to
the Doves: the gentle gray-gowned Brothers who spent their days in
pious works and their nights in meditation. Between the twelve hours
of twilight and dawn they were pledged not to utter speech, but the
King arriving there at noon they welcomed him with kind words, and
offered him a bowl of rice and milk.

He thanked them, and when he had eaten and drink put to them his
riddle.

"What should a King do in a Barn?"

They answered, "He should pray in it."

"This may be good advice," said the King. "Pepper, should we go
further?"