"
"Where did she get such a thing?" asked Jean.
"Oh, she'd been making it, while he was in the dungeon," answered
Alan. "So he went away to the Holy Land, to look for the wicked
uncle. He walked every step of the way, and swam rivers and
climbed up mountains and slid down on avalanches on the other
side, and at last he came to Jerusalem. He found the uncle just
leading four regiments against the city gates, mounted on a
splendid white horse. And he looked down and smiled scornfully and
said, 'What ho, Malcolm! You here?' That made Malcolm very mad, so
he pulled the uncle off his horse and hit him, thump! with his
banjo, and killed him. Then he looked in his pockets and found
ever so much money; but, hard up as he was, for he'd had his
pockets picked on the way, he didn't take the money, for he wanted
something else. It was found at last, a little gold key hung round
his neck on a silver chain; so Malcolm took the key and went home,
riding the uncle's horse, and let out Margaret, and they lived
happy and died happy, and she was heir to all the tower and the
servants. But the first thing she did was to block the walls of
the dungeon, so they couldn't move any more."
"Oh, Alan, Alan! Where did you get such a story?" said Katharine,
laughing until the tears came.
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