his dear money. But in vain he rummaged in all the drawers ; he found nothing; all had been spent.
And ferreting thus from room to room he came at last to the one with the throne in it, and feeling fatigued, he sat himself down on it to think over his adventure. In the meanwhile the people had found their King and his ministers with their feet in the air on the pavement, and they had gone into the palace to know how it had occurred. On entering the throne-room, when the crowd saw that there was already someone on the royal seat, they broke out in cries of surprise andjoy :
' The King is dead, long live the King ! Heaven has sent us down this thing.'
Drakestail, who was no longer surprised at anything, received the acclamations of the people as if he had never done anything else all his life.
A few of them certainly murmured that a Drakestail would make a fine King; those who knew him replied that a knowing Drakestail was a more worthy King than a spendthrift like him who was lying on the pavement. In short, they ran and took the crown off the head of the deceased, and placed it on that of Drakestail, whom it fitted like wax.
Thus he became King.
' And now,' said he after the ceremony,' ladies and gentlemen, let's go to supper. I am so hungry !'j
1 Contes of Ch. Marelles.