“But there was one” said Bojohn, “about a griffin; what kind of a griffin did you say it was?”
“I believe, if I remember correctly, it was a Roving Griffin; but his majesty your grandfather—”
“Oh, never mind grandfather,” said Bojohn. “Tell us about the—”
“I’d rather hear the one about the giant,” said Bodkin.
“You probably have reference to the Blind Giant,” said Solario. “But—”
“Then there was one,” said Bojohn, “about some cave or other.”
“The Cave of Montesango,” said Solario. “I remember it only too well. But I couldn’t tell you that; it would be too terrible. You wouldn’t be able to sleep in your beds to-night.”
“Then tell us that one!” cried the two boys, together.
“No,” said Solario. “The King would never approve if I—”
“Grandfather isn’t here now,” said Bojohn. “Please—”