"Thank you for the clarification there Arthur, it will be essential." Erin's grin has not dimmed. The asides, that she is hearing, have not dimmed her enthusiasm even a bit.

"Now!" She claps her hands together to signal that the joke is resuming. "The three squires fight each other on the dueling grounds, but soon prove to be evenly matched. The stubborn old knight's apprentice holds his ground, two on one, for first long minutes, and then near an hour, neither yielding nor losing. The other various servants, fearing the boys will hurt themselves or drop dead of exhaustion, race to wake the old knights and finally manage to rouse them."

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"The knights race out to stop their squires and are so keenly embarrassed by the whole affair that they sit down and finally reach a compromise - after all, to fight now would be to impugn the valor of their students, and in any event they did just get a reminder that they're very fond of one another. At the meal which follows, one of the knights complains, we should have done this from the beginning. We truly are old fools who have learned nothing."

"His compatriot says, why, that is not true! If nothing else we have learned that the squire of the High Pot and Noose is equal to the squires of the other two sides."