"Father, let me have my turn, if you please" and, as it was beginning to rain, he drew his sword

He flourished it backwards and forwards above his head so fast that not a drop fell upon him.

When his father saw this he was amazed, and said, "This is the masterpiece, the house is yours."

It rained still harder and harder, till at last it came down in torrents, but he only flourished his sword faster and faster

He remained as dry as if he were sitting in a house.