The king was delighted. “Tell your master,” he said, “that I thank him kindly.”
Jack, trusting his clever cat, did as he was told. He waded into the river and began to wash.
Just then, the king’s carriage arrived at the castle gates. Puss in Boots bowed low. “Your Majesty,” he said, “welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carabas!” Puss in Boots
From then on, Puss in Boots continued to catch game—partridges, quail, and rabbits—and brought them all to the king in his master’s name. The king grew very fond of the generous “Marquis of Carabas.”
Meanwhile, Puss in Boots ran ahead. He came to a field where peasants were working. “Good people,” he said, “the king will ask whose land this is. If you say it belongs to anyone but the Marquis of Carabas, you shall all be chopped into pieces like stew meat.” The king was delighted
In an instant, the Ogre shrank and became a tiny mouse, scurrying across the floor. Puss leaped forward, pounced, and ate the mouse in one bite.
Jack accepted with joy. That very day, he married the princess. And Puss in Boots became a great lord, no longer needing to chase mice except for his own amusement. Just then, the king’s carriage arrived at the castle gates
The miller’s son was astonished. He had seen cats do clever things, but he had never heard one speak. “Very well,” he said. “The shoemaker owes me a favor.”
And so the miller’s son, with nothing but a cat and a pair of boots, became one of the richest and happiest men in the land.