"Ah, our guards have stolen Grion's cow, have they?
The devil take Grion and his cow, too! Hang Grion for complaining." A pause ensues while the duke awaits the next report.

"The Swiss have stolen a sheepskin?
Ah, we'll skin the Swiss.

My Lord Seneschal, find me fifty thousand men who are ready to die for a sheepskin.

Body of me! A sheepskin! I do love it well." Yolanda's audience was roaring with laughter by this time, but her face was stern and calm.
"Silence, you fools," she cried hoarsely, but no one was silent, and Max laughed till the tears came to his eyes.

Yolanda on her throne was so irresistibly bewitching that he ran to her side, grasped her about the waist, and unceremoniously lifted her to the floor.