One of the rowers brought from the boat a saddle made of red velvet and beautifully embroidered with silver thistles, which he fastened upon the goat's back.

The fat King put his leg over the saddle and seated himself comfortably, saying: "Lead on, my noble host, and we will follow." "What! Up that steep hill ?" cried the goat.

"Get off my back at once, Rinkitink, or I won't budge a step.
"But-consider, Bilbil," remonstrated the King.

"How am I to get up that hill unless I ride ?" "Walk!" growled Bilbil.
"But I'm too fat.

Really, Bilbil, I'm surprised at you.