The little tailor continued to follow his nose, and after he had wandered about for a long time he came to the courtyard of a royal palace, and feeling tired he lay down on the grass and fell asleep. While he lay there the people came, and looking him all over read on his girdle: ‘Seven at a blow.’ ‘Oh!’ they said, ‘what can this great hero of a hundred fights want in our peaceful land? He must indeed be a mighty man of valour.’ They went and told the King about him, and said what a weighty and useful man he’d be in time of war, and that it would be well to secure him at any price. This counsel pleased the King, and he sent one of his courtiers down to the little tailor, to offer him, when he awoke, a commission in their army. The messenger remained standing by the sleeper, and waited till he stretched his limbs and opened his eyes, when he tendered his proposal. ‘That’s the very thing I came here for,’ he answered; ‘I am quite ready to enter the King’s service.’ So he was received with all honour, and given a special house of his own to live in.