And then they holp up their father, and so by their common assent promised unto Sir Marhaus never to be foes unto King Arthur, and thereupon at Whitsuntide after, to come he and his sons, and put them in the king's grace.* [*Footnote: The story is borrowed, language and all, from the Morte d'Arthur .-- M.T.] "Even so standeth the history, fair Sir Boss.

Now ye shall wit that that very duke and his six sons are they whom but few days past you also did overcome and send to Arthur's court!" "Why, Sandy, you can't mean it!" "An I speak not sooth, let it be the worse for me." "Well, well, well,--now who would ever have thought it?
One whole duke and six dukelets; why, Sandy, it was an elegant haul.
Knight-errantry is a most chuckle-headed trade, and it is tedious hard work, too, but I begin to see that there _is_ money in it, after all, if you have luck.

Not that I would ever engage in it as a business, for I wouldn't.

No sound and legitimate business can be established on a basis of speculation.

A successful whirl in the knight-errantry line--now what is it when you blow away the nonsense and come down to the cold facts?
It's just a corner in pork, that's all, and you can't make anything else out of it.
You're rich--yes,--suddenly rich--for about a day, maybe a week; then somebody corners the market on _you_, and down goes your bucket-shop; ain't that so, Sandy ?" "Whethersoever it be that my mind miscarrieth, bewraying simple language in such sort that the words do seem to come endlong and overthwart--" "There's no use in beating about the bush and trying to get around it that way, Sandy, it's _so_, just as I say.