render at the next full moon at the banquet of the worshippers of Gowf.
The words came clear and distinct through the still air:
'Oh, praises let us utter
To our most glorious King!
It fairly makes you stutter
To see him start his swing!
Success attend his putter!
And luck be with his drive!
And may he do each hole in two,
Although the bogey's five!'
The voices died away. There was a silence.
'If I hadn't missed a two-foot putt, I'd have done the long fifteenth
in four yesterday,' said the King.
'I won the Ladies' Open Championship of the Outer Isles last week,'
said the Princess.
They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. And then, hand in
hand, they walked slowly into the palace.
EPILOGUE
'Well?' we said, anxiously.
'I like it,' said the editor.
'Good egg!' we murmured.
The editor pressed a bell, a single ruby set in a fold of the tapestry
upon the wall. The major-domo appeared.
'Give this man a purse of gold,' said the editor, 'and throw him out.'
THE END
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