"Stop!" cried the now enraged dwarf. "Begone! ere I, base boy! shall heave
the turret down."

"Certainly," replied the youth. "Big, ornary, base boy shall leave thee to
rot down. Oh! yes; of course, of course!" And away he went.

The Court fool came at last and let his master down.

"Oh! ho!" said he of the motley, as the dwarf came slowly down the ladder.
"Thou art now the first descendant of thy house."

The dwarf laughed, and fell the rest of the way. "No matter!" he cried,
rubbing his shins. "My house shall follow me. It shall come down too. I am
going to have it all built up anew."

"Bravo!" said the clown. "I thought you were too happy."

On the next day the door-bell of the castle rang, and soon a varlet came to
fast inform my lord the dwarf that in the parlor waited now a giant, and on
the card he gave his name was written, "S.T. Mate." The dwarf unto his
parlor quick repaired, and there, upon some dozen chairs the giant sat,
smiling benign.

"Hail to thee! good Sir Dwarf," spake the mammoth, and rising and folding
his arms across his breast, he sang, in royal bass, his song:

"I hear that thou, O neighbor brave!
Thy edifice anew would build.
I come to much vain labor save.
If thou to hear me now art willed."