and the girl, for he was certain that it was coming wanting to be married they were.
“Guleesh, isn’t it the nice boy you are that you can’t wait until ten o’clock or till twelve, but that you must be coming to me at this hour looking for marriage, you and your bride. But ubbubboo!” said he suddenly, as [he looked again at the young girl; “in the name of God, who have you here? Who is she, or how did you get her?”
Then Guleesh told him that she was the daughter of the King of France.
The priest looked at him as though he had ten heads on him; but, without putting any other question to him, he desired him to come in, himself and the maiden, and when they came in he shut the door, brought them into the parlour, and put them sitting.
“Now, Guleesh,” said he, “tell me truly who is this young lady, and whether you’re out of your senses really or are only making a joke of me?”
“I’m not telling a word of a lie, nor making a joke of you,” said Guleesh; “but it was from the palace of the King of France I carried off this lady, and she is the daughter of the King of France.”
He began his story then, and told the whole to the priest, and the priest was so much surprised that he could not help calling out at times or clapping his hands together.
When Guleesh said from what he saw he thought the gir l was not satisfied with the marriage that was going to take '[place in the palace before he and the fairies broke it up, there came a red blush into the girl’s cheek, and he was more certain than ever that she had sooner be as she was—badly as she was—than be the married wife of the man she hated. When Guleesh said that he would be very thankful to the priest if he would keep her in his own house, the kind man said he would do that as long as Guleesh
