So go with me on a short timed, multi-millioned mile journey with the earth as it spins neatly on its axis and revolves lazily in its elliptical sweep about the Sun.

The horse was the grey stallion he aye rode, the very beast he had ridden for many a wager with the wild lads of the Cross Keys. No man but himself durst back it, and it had lamed many a hostler lad and broke two necks in its day.

I couldn't hear the words; he just murmured a lot.

I caught her in my arms; she kissed me, pushed me gently away, and added: “Ring up the curtain, uncle. Little Moccasin is ready"