The Grand Mogul upon his throne said nothing, but surveyed the three boys before him with tantalizing deliberateness. Finally he spoke.
“You have signified your desire to enroll your unworthy names upon the laurel-crowned roster of the honorable Stuck-Up Society. In order to win to the gates of Glory you must first slay the Dragon of Selfishness, defeat the Giant of Fear and arm yourselves with the Helmet of Knowledge, the Spear of Courage, and the Sword of Justice. Are you ready to make the trial?”
He looked at Peanut at the end of the line, and the boy quavered, “Y-Y-Yes.”
“Sir!” roared the entire group within the lodge, bellowing with all their might and beating their clubs upon the resounding floor.
“Y-Y-Yes, sir,” said Peanut, more frightened than ever.
“What is your name?” asked the inquisitor.
“P-P-Peanut, sir.”
“You have a most suspicious bulge in your trousers. Please remove the padding, Master Seneschal.”
A boy stepped forth and removed the pillow that Peanut had placed where he thought it would do the most good, while the circle of campers roared with laughter at his predicament.
“Let’s see how smart you are, Peanut,” commanded the Grand Mogul. “Spell your name with a sneeze and a hiccough.”