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Rh When they came into the town, the master said: "I bought of this peasant a golden stirrup. He took the money for it and will not deliver the chattel."

And the peasant answered: "My Lords Justices, do you think it out for yourselves, however could one get a golden stirrup out of a grey-haired peasant? Why, I have not a single loaf at home. And I really cannot imagine what this fine gentleman wants of me. Why, he will even be saying next that I am wearing his clothes."

"But the dress is mine!" the master shrieked out.

"There you are, my Lords Justices!"

After this the case came to an end, and the master went back home without getting anything, and the peasant went on living merrily—living on and gaining nothing but good.