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"True for you," says the king. "I am King O'Toole," says he, "prince and plennypennytinchery of these parts," says he; "but how came ye to know that?" says he. "Oh, never mind," says St. Kavin. You see it was Saint Kavin, sure enough the saint himself in disguise, and nobody else. "Oh, never mind," says he, "I know more than that. May I make bold to ask how is your goose, King O'Toole?" says he.
Kavin, "you must say more nor that my horn's not so soft all out," says he, "as to repair your old goose for nothing; what'll you gi' me if I do the job for you? that's the chat," says St. Kavin. "I'll give you whatever you ask," says the king; "isn't that fair?" "Divil a fairer," says the saint; "that's the way to do business.
"But you'll keep your word true?" says the saint. "As true as the sun," says the king. "It's well for you, King O'Toole, that you said that word," says he; "for if you didn't say that word, the devil the bit o' your goose would ever fly agin." When the king was as good as his word, Saint Kavin was pleased with him, and then it was that he made himself known to the king.
"By Jabers, I thought I was only talking to a dacent boy," says the king. "Well, you know the difference now," says the saint. "I'm Saint Kavin," says he, "the greatest of all the saints."
Now," says he, "this is the bargain I'll make with you, King O'Toole: will you gi' me all the ground the goose flies over, the first offer, after I make her as good as new?" "I will," says the king. "You won't go back o' your word?" says St. Kavin. "Honour bright!" says King O'Toole, holding out his fist. "Honour bright!" says St. Kavin, back agin, "it's a bargain.
Well, my dear, it was a beautiful sight to see the king standing with his mouth open, looking at his poor old goose flying as light as a lark, and better than ever she was: and when she lit at his feet, patted her on the head, and "Ma vourneen," says he, "but you are the darlint o' the world." "And what do you say to me," says 'Saint Kavin, "for making her the like?"
And so the king had his goose as good as new, to divert him as long as he lived: and the saint supported him after he came into his property, as I told you, until the day of his death and that was soon after; for the poor goose thought he was catching a trout one Friday; but, my jewel, it was a mistake he made and instead of a trout, it was a thieving horse-eel; and instead of the goose killing a trout for the king's supper by dad, the eel killed the king's goose and small blame to him; but he didn't ate her, because he darn't ate what Saint Kavin had laid his blessed hands on.
"Blur-an-agers, how came ye to know about my goose?" says the king. "Oh, no matter; I was given to understand it," says Saint Kavin. After some more talk the king says, "What are you?" "I'm an honest man," says Saint Kavin. "Well, honest man," says the king, "and how is it you make your money so aisy?" "By makin' old things as good as new," says Saint Kavin.
"And," says he, "King O'Toole, you're a decent man, for I only came here to try you. You don't know me," says he, "because I'm disguised." "Musha! then," says the king, "who are you?" "I'm Saint Kavin," said the saint, blessing himself.
"Oh, queen of heaven!" says the king, making the sign of the cross between his eyes, and falling down on his knees before the saint; "is it the great Saint Kavin," says he, "that I've been discoursing all this time without knowing it," says he, "all as one as if he was a lump of a gossoon? and so you're a saint?" says the king. "I am," says Saint Kavin.
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