"
"Nay, proud prelate," answered the King, "all that is in this fair realm
of England is our own, and thou hast no right to put me to shame by
holding such state. However, of my clemency I will spare thee thy life
and thy property if you can answer me but three questions."
"I will do so, my liege," said the Abbot, "so far as my poor wit can
extend."
"Well, then," said the King, "tell me where is the centre of all the
world round; then let me know how soon can I ride the whole world about;
and, lastly, tell me what I think."
"Your Majesty jesteth," stammered the Abbot.
"Thou wilt find it no jest," said the King. "Unless thou canst answer me
these questions three before a week is out, thy head will leave thy
body;" and he turned away.
Well, the Abbot rode off in fear and trembling, and first he went to
Oxford to see if any learned doctor could tell him the answer to those
questions three; but none could help him, and he took his way to
Canterbury, sad and sorrowful, to take leave of his monks.
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