"You must take this ring to the Princess Anne, master," said he.
"So I will," said the goldsmith; "but what is your price for it?"
"A thousand pounds," said he.
"If that's so, I won't go. They would put me in jail."
"Be easy," said Anthony, "nothing will happen to you."
So the goldsmith went to the palace, and sent in a message that his assistant had made a ring for the Princess Anne. She sent a message that she had not ordered a ring, but she would look at it. As soon as she saw it, she asked: "How much do you want for this?" He replied that he was almost afraid to say that it was worth a thousand pounds.
"Oh! it is worth much more than that," she said, and she paid the sum at once.
The goldsmith returned home and told his wife what he had got for the ring. She wondered what sort of person their new assistant was. The master brought the money to him, but the assistant would not accept it.
"You can keep the money for yourself," he said, "and I have just finished the ring for
