Beholding it the seneschal stayed not, but passed the roadway, and the gate, and the chief drawbridge, and thus came to the foot of the tower. There did he dismount, but he found no living soul of whom he might ask concerning the dwelling and who might be within. Then he entered a hall, very high and long and wide. On a great hearth he saw a goodly fire alight, but he found no man save a dwarf, who was roasting a fat peacock ('twere hard to find a better!), well larded, on a spit of apple-wood, which the dwarf knew right well how to turn.
Kay came forward quickly, and the dwarf beheld him with evil countenance.
"Dwarf," quoth the seneschal, "tell me if there be any here within save thyself?" But the wretch would not speak a word.
Kay would have slain him there and then, if he had not thought to be shamed thereby, but he knew right well that twere too great villainy.
"Miserable hunchback," quoth he, "I see none here in this house save thee and this peacock, which I will now have for my dinner; I will share it as shall seem me good."
