At length it came time for the farmers to return to their labours, and the travellers to their quest, and Adrien and Felix stood. They thanked the farmers for their hospitality and set off once more, leading the horse and with Ferkel scampering at their heels. Full of good food and good cheer, their path seemed all the shorter, and ‘twas not long before they reached the castle’s lowest point.
They knocked at the gate, which was broad and high, constructed of ancient oak and stout iron nails, and so solid that their raps made but a paltry sound, like a beetle in a far-off rafter. The gatekeeper, a gruff, portly fellow, asked them to state their business. “I come to visit an old friend, Ned Longbow,” Felix said, a strange hesitation in his voice.
“Ned!” the gatekeeper bellowed. “Here’s a monk and a boy claim friendship with you!”