"Wait a little," exclaimed the king, and asked abruptly, "What do youwish to be when you are a man?"

"A painter. I wish to be what Hirschvogel was--I mean the masterthat made MY Hirschvogel."

"I understand," exclaimed the king.

Then the two dealers were brought into their sovereign's presence.They were so terribly alarmed, not being either so innocent or soignorant as August was, that they were trembling as though theywere being led to the slaughter, and they were so utterlyastonished too at a kid having come all the way from Tyrol inthe stove, as a gentleman of the court had just told them thischild had done, that they could not tell what to say or where tolook, and presented a somewhat foolish aspect indeed.