It would be safe to put that at three months.

So it's two years and a half since I left China." "You never," says young Marco, "met anybody in China by the name of Polo ?" "Poh-lo?
Poh-lo?
China's a bigger place nor you would imagine, laddie.

There's half a hundred million people there." "These were foreigners," Marco explained, "traders.

They were at the court of the great Khan." "Polo?
Polo?
Well, now, I think I've heard of them.

Was one of them a big red-bearded man with a great eye for a horse and a great eye for a woman ?" "That would be my Uncle Matthew." "For God's sake! And was the other a cold, dark man, a good judge of a jewel and a grand judge of a sword ?" "My father, Nicholas Polo." "For God's sake! You're the son of one and the nephew of the other ?" "Did you know them ?" "Ah, laddie, how would I be knowing people like that! Sure, they're great folks, high in the esteem of the grand Khan, and I'm only a poor sailorman." "But you heard of them." "I heard of them.