And as to your treasure, the character I bear for honesty is too well known to merit such a suspicion." "Upon my word," said the griffin, who could not help smiling for the life of him, "you have a singularly free mode of expressing yourself.
And how, I say, came you hither ?" Then the dog, who did not know what a lie was, told the griffin his whole history,--how he had set off to pay his court to the cat, and how Reynard the fox had entrapped him into the hole.
When he had finished, the griffin said to him, "I see, my friend, that you know how to speak the truth; I am in want of just such a servant as you will make me, therefore stay with me and keep watch over my treasure when I sleep." "Two words to that," said the dog.

"You have hurt my feelings very much by suspecting my honesty, and I would much sooner go back into the wood and be avenged on that scoundrel the fox, than serve a master who has so ill an opinion of me.

I pray you, therefore, to dismiss me, and to put me in the right way to my cousin the cat." "I am not a griffin of many words," answered the master of the cavern, "and I give you your choice,--be my servant or be my breakfast; it is just the same to me.

I give you time to decide till I have smoked out my pipe." The poor dog did not take so long to consider.

"It is true," thought he, "that it is a great misfortune to live in a cave with a griffin of so unpleasant a countenance; but, probably, if I serve him well and faithfully, he'll take pity on me some day, and let me go back to earth, and prove to my cousin what a rogue the fox is; and as to the rest, though I would sell my life as dear as I could, it is impossible to fight a griffin with a mouth of so monstrous a size." In short, he decided to stay with the griffin.
"Shake a paw on it," quoth the grim smoker; and the dog shook paws.
"And now," said the griffin, "I will tell you what you are to do.