Yes, the clerk set off and came to the palace in the parson's clothes.
There the king met him out on the porch with crown and sceptre, and he
was so grand he fairly glittered and gleamed. "Well, are you there?"
said the king.

"Tell me first," said the king, "how far the east is from the west?"

"Just a day's journey," said the clerk.

"How is that?" asked the king.

"Don't you know," said the clerk, "that the sun rises in the east and
sets in the west, and he does it just nicely in a day?"

"Very well!" said the king, "but tell me now what you think I am worth,
as you see me stand here?"

"Well," said the clerk, "our Lord was valued at thirty pieces of silver,
so I don't think I can set your price higher than twenty-nine."

"All very fine!" said the king, "but, as you are so wise, perhaps you
can tell me what I am thinking about now?"

"Oh!" said the clerk, "you are thinking it's the parson who stands
before you, but there's where you are mistaken, for I am the clerk."

"Be off home with you," said the king, "and be you parson, and let him
be clerk." And so it was.