"Yes, with all my heart," said the neat-herd.
So when the King came up, he was quite amazed at the fine fat herd, for such a herd he had never seen before, and so he asked the neat-herd who owned those brindled kine.
"Why, who should own them but Lord Peter?" said the neat-herd.
So they went on a little farther, and came to a great, great drove of horses, the finest you ever saw, six of each colour, bay, and black, and brown, and chestnut.
"If you'll only say this drove of horses is Lord Peter's when the King asks you," said the Cat, "I'll give you this silver stoop;" and the stoop too she had taken from the palace.
Yes, the lad was willing enough; and so when the King came up, he was quite amazed at the grand drove oi horses, for the matches of such horses he had never yet set eyes on, he said.
So he asked the lad who watched them, whose all these blacks, and bays, and browns, and chestnuts were.
"Whose should they be," said the lad, "but Lord Peter's?"
So when they had gone a good bit farther, they came to a castle; first there was a gate of tin, and next a gate of silver, and next a gate of gold. The castle itself was of silver, and so dazzling white, that it quite hurt one's eyes to look at in the sunbeams which fell on it just as they reached it.
So they went into it, and the Cat told Peter to say this was his house. As for the castle inside, it was far finer than it looked outside, for everything was pure gold,—chairs, and tables, and benches, and all. And when the King had gone all over it, and seen everything high and low, he got quite shameful and downcast.
