"Bully for you!" said Wareing.
Here a number of young men came to drag Wareing and Beauling off to dinner. It was Wareing's last night, and they made it hum.
Toward morning they threatened to make a breach in the huge Beauling by siphon fire unless he would sing for them. And he, nothing loath, sent forth a roaring voice to greet the dawn.
"And now the king he looked about,
'And I will choose,' said he,
'The loveliest in all the world
To be my queen to me.
'And I will choose,' said he,
'The loveliest in all the world
To be my queen to me.
"'And you, Sir Quentin and Sir Miles,
And you, Sir Barbaree,
Shall seek her in the doucest ship
That swims upon the sea.
And you, Sir Barbaree,
Shall seek her in the doucest ship
That swims upon the sea.
"'And you, Lord Marvin and Lord Kay,
Shall say this word for me . . .'"
Shall say this word for me . . .'"
Dawn broke into gold. And before the sun had set Tomas Beauling was on
