CHAPTER XIX.
KNIGHT-ERRANTRY AS A TRADE Sandy and I were on the road again, next morning, bright and early.
It was so good to open up one's lungs and take in whole luscious barrels-ful of the blessed God's untainted, dew-fashioned, woodland-scented air once more, after suffocating body and mind for two days and nights in the moral and physical stenches of that intolerable old buzzard-roost! I mean, for me: of course the place was all right and agreeable enough for Sandy, for she had been used to high life all her days.
Poor girl, her jaws had had a wearisome rest now for a while, and I was expecting to get the consequences.

I was right; but she had stood by me most helpfully in the castle, and had mightily supported and reinforced me with gigantic foolishnesses which were worth more for the occasion than wisdoms double their size; so I thought she had earned a right to work her mill for a while, if she wanted to, and I felt not a pang when she started it up: "Now turn we unto Sir Marhaus that rode with the damsel of thirty winter of age southward--" "Are you going to see if you can work up another half-stretch on the trail of the cowboys, Sandy ?" "Even so, fair my lord." "Go ahead, then.

I won't interrupt this time, if I can help it.
Begin over again; start fair, and shake out all your reefs, and I will load my pipe and give good attention." "Now turn we unto Sir Marhaus that rode with the damsel of thirty winter of age southward.

And so they came into a deep forest, and by fortune they were nighted, and rode along in a deep way, and at the last they came into a courtelage where abode the duke of South Marches, and there they asked harbour.

And on the morn the duke sent unto Sir Marhaus, and bad him make him ready.