As he reached the door of the king's chamber, Lina was flying out of the gate of Gwyntystorm as fast as her mighty legs could carry her.
'What's come to the wench ?' growled the menservants one to another, when the chambermaid appeared among them the next morning.

There was something in her face which they could not understand, and did not like.
'Are we all dirt ?' they said.

'What are you thinking about?
Have you seen yourself in the glass this morning, miss ?' She made no answer.
'Do you want to be treated as you deserve, or will you speak, you hussy ?' said the first woman-cook.

'I would fain know what right you have to put on a face like that!' 'You won't believe me,' said the girl.
'Of course not.

What is it ?' 'I must tell you, whether you believe me or not,' she said.
'Of course you must.' 'It is this, then: if you do not repent of your bad ways, you are all going to be punished--all turned out of the palace together.' 'A mighty punishment!' said the butler.