I had scarcely finished my breakfast when my door opened and the elder baron walked into the room.
He looked much refreshed. The color had returned to his cheek, the gleam to his eye.
He was already a different man.
“Here, gracious Sir,” I began, handing him a parchment roll, “is a list of all the best known almanac makers in our land. Have interviews with them at once and purchase from them the right to furnish weather prognostications for the coming year!”
The elder baron began to expostulate. “Baron!” I remarked sternly, raising my hand, “a true Knight has but one word to give!”
He was silent and motioned me to continue.
I did so as follows:
“Respected parent, when you have secured this right from each of them, return to me.”
In a few days my father had accomplished his mission.
He entered my room and put into my hands the needful concessions from every noted almanac maker in the land.