'And I suppose you would expect me to come too, instead of letting me stop halfway, and settle there among the dragons and elephants.

Well, well, wise men are like moorlands--ride as far as you will on the sound ground, you are sure to come upon a soft place at last.

However, I will go down to the guards to-morrow, if my head don't ache.' 'And I will see the boy about Pelagia.

Drink to our plot!' And the two old iron-heads drank on, till the stars paled out and the eastward shadows of the cloister vanished in the blaze of dawn..