noblemen at a great long table, they began to feast and gobble
away.

Now, when Ceccarella heard this proclamation, she began to urge
Peruonto to go there too, until at last she got him to set out for the
feast. And scarcely had he arrived there when Vastolla cried out
without thinking, "That is my Knight of the Faggot." When the
King heard this he tore his beard, seeing that the bean of the cake,
the prize in the lottery, had fallen to an ugly lout, the very sight of
whom he could not endure, with a shaggy head, owl's eyes, a
parrot's nose, a deer's mouth, and legs bare and bandy. Then,
heaving a deep sigh, he said, "What can that jade of a daughter of
mine have seen to make her take a fancy to this ogre, or strike up a
dance with this hairy-foot? Ah, vile, false creature, who has cast so
base a spell on her? But why do we wait? Let her suffer the
punishment she deserves; let her undergo the penalty that shall be
decreed by you, and take her from my presence, for I cannot bear
to look longer upon her."

Then the Councillors consulted together and they resolved that
she, as well as the evil-doer, should be shut up in a cask and
thrown into the sea; so that without staining the King's hands with
the blood of one of his family, they should carry out the sentence.
No sooner was the judgment pronounced, than the cask was
brought and both were put into it; but before they coopered it up,
some of Vastolla's ladies, crying and sobbing as if their hearts
would break, put into it a basket of raisins and dried figs that she
might have wherewithal to live on for a little while. And when the
cask was closed up, it was flung into the sea, on which it went
floating as the wind drove it.