THE TALE OF THE LOST LAND
CHAPTER 11: THE YANKEE IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURES
 (continued)
Oh, well, it was reasonably plain, now, why these donkeys didn't
 prospect these liars for details.  It may be that this girl had
 a fact in her somewhere, but I don't believe you could have sluiced
 it out with a hydraulic; nor got it with the earlier forms of
 blasting, even; it was a case for dynamite.  Why, she was a perfect
 ass; and yet the king and his knights had listened to her as if
 she had been a leaf out of the gospel.  It kind of sizes up the
 whole party.  And think of the simple ways of this court:  this
 wandering wench hadn't any more trouble to get access to the king
 in his palace than she would have had to get into the poorhouse
 in my day and country.  In fact, he was glad to see her, glad
 to hear her tale; with that adventure of hers to offer, she was
 as welcome as a corpse is to a coroner. 
Just as I was ending-up these reflections, Clarence came back.
 I remarked upon the barren result of my efforts with the girl;
 hadn't got hold of a single point that could help me to find
 the castle.  The youth looked a little surprised, or puzzled,
 or something, and intimated that he had been wondering to himself
 what I had wanted to ask the girl all those questions for. 
"Why, great guns," I said, "don't I want to find the castle?  And
 how else would I go about it?" 
"La, sweet your worship, one may lightly answer that, I ween.
 She will go with thee.  They always do.  She will ride with thee." 
"Ride with me?  Nonsense!" 
"But of a truth she will.  She will ride with thee.  Thou shalt see." 
"What?  She browse around the hills and scour the woods with me--
 alone--and I as good as engaged to be married?  Why, it's scandalous.
 Think how it would look." 
My, the dear face that rose before me!  The boy was eager to know
 all about this tender matter.  I swore him to secrecy and then
 whispered her name--"Puss Flanagan."  He looked disappointed,
 and said he didn't remember the countess.  How natural it was for
 the little courtier to give her a rank.  He asked me where she lived. 
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