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Knot 1 Excelsior
Goblin, lead them up and down

The ruddy glow of sunset was already fading into the sombre shadows of night,

when two travelers might have been observed swiftly — at a pace of six miles

in the hour descending the rugged side of a mountain; the younger bounding

from crag to crag with the agility of a fawn, while his companion, whose aged

limbs seemed ill at ease in the heavy chain armour habitually worn by

tourists in that district, toiled on painfully at his side.

As is always the case under such circumstances, the younger knight was the

first to break the silence. “A goodly pace, I trow!” he exclaimed. “We

sped not thus in the ascent!”

“Goodly, indeed!” the other echoed with a groan. “We clomb it but at three

miles in the hour.”

“And on the dead level our pace is —?” the younger suggested; for he was

weak in statistics, and left all such details to his aged companion.

“Four miles in the hour,” the other wearily reeled. “Not an ounce more,”

he added, with that love of metaphor so common in old age, “and not a

farthing less!”

“’Twas three hours past high noon when we left our hostelry,” the young

man said, musingly. “We shall scarce be back by supper-time. Perchance mine

host will roundly deny us all food!”

“He will chide our tardy return,” was the grave reply, “and such a rebuke

will be meet.”

“A brave conceit!” cried the other, with a merry laugh. “And should we bid

him bring us yet another course, I trow his answer will be tart!”

“We shall but get our deserts,” sighed the elder knight, who had never seen

a joke in his life, and was somewhat displeased at his companion’s untimely

levity. “’Twill be nine of the clock”, he added in an undertone, “by the

time we regain our hostelry. Full many a mile shall we have plodded this day!



“How many? How many?” cried the eager youth, ever athirst for knowledge.

The old man was silent.

“Tell me”, he answered, after a moment’s thought, “what time it was when

we stood together on yonder peak. Not exact to the minut!” he added hastily,

reading a protest in the young man’s face. “An thy guess be within one poor

half-hour of the mark, ’tis all I ask of thy mother’s son! Then will I tell

thee, true to the last inch, how far we shall have trudged betwixt three and

nine of the clock.”

A groan was the young man’s only reply; while his convulsed features and the

deep wrinkles that chased each other across his manly brow, revealed the

abyss of arithmetical agony into which one chance question had plunged him.

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