When the ball came to an end, he pressed her to tell him where
she lived, but all she would answer was:
"Kind sir, if the truth I must tell,
At the sign of the 'Broken Skimmer' I dwell;"
and with that she curtsied, and was off to the forest. But this time the
young lord followed her, and watched her change her fine dress of
feathers for her catskin dress, and then he knew her for his own
scullery-maid.
Next day he went to his mother, the lady of the castle, and told her
that he wished to marry the scullery-maid, Catskin. "Never," said the
lady, and rushed from the room. Well, the young lord was so grieved at
that, that he took to his bed and was very ill. The doctor tried to cure
him, but he would not take any medicine unless from the hands of
Catskin. So the doctor went to the lady of the castle, and told her her
son would die if she did not consent to his marriage with Catskin. So
she had to give way, and summoned Catskin to her. But she put on her
coat of beaten gold, and went to the lady, who soon was glad to wed her
son to so beautiful a maid.
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