them spoken a fullness of the mouth!'

'Is it a wager?' said Ascobaruch.

'It is a wager!' said the High Priest.

'That's that, then,' said Ascobaruch. 'Now, I don't want to be mixed up

in any unpleasantness, so what I think I'll do while what you might

call the preliminaries are being arranged is to go and take a little

trip abroad somewhere. The MiddleLakes are pleasant at this time of

year. When I come back, it's possible that all the formalities will

have been completed, yes?'

'Rely on me, by Hec!' said the High Priest grimly, as he fingered his

weapon.

       *       *       *       *       *

The High Priest was as good as his word. Early on the morrow he made

his way to the Linx, and found the King holing-out on the second green.

Merolchazzar was in high good humour.

'Greetings, O venerable one!' he cried, jovially. 'Hadst thou come a

moment sooner, them wouldst have seen me lay my ball dead--aye, dead as

mutton, with the sweetest little half-mashie-niblick chip-shot ever

seen outside the sacred domain of S'nandrew, on whom'--he bared his

head reverently--'be peace! In one under bogey did I do the hole--yea,

and that despite the fact that, slicing my drive, I became ensnared in

yonder undergrowth.'

The High Priest had not the advantage of understanding one word of what

the King was talking about, but he gathered with satisfaction that

Merolchazzar was pleased and wholly without suspicion. He clasped an

unseen hand more firmly about the handle of his knife, and accompanied

the monarch to the next altar. Merolchazzar stooped, and placed a small

round white object on a little mound of sand. In spite of his austere

views, the High Priest, always a keen student of ritual, became

interested.

'Why does your Majesty do that?'

'I tee it up that it may fly the fairer. If I did not, then would it be

apt to run a long the ground like a beetle instead of soaring like a

bird, and mayhap, for thou seest how rough and tangled is the grass

before us, I should have to use a niblick for my second.'

The High Priest groped for his meaning.

'It is a ceremony to propitiate the god and bring good luck?'

'You might call it that.'

The High Priest shook his head.

'I may be old-fashioned,' he said, 'but I should have thought that, to

propitiate a god, it would have been better to have sacrificed one of

these kaddiz on his altar.'

'I confess,' replied the King, thoughtfully, 'that I have often felt

that it would be a relief to one's feelings to sacrifice one or two

kaddiz, but The Pro for some reason or other has set his face

against it.' He swung at the ball, and sent it forcefully down the

fairway. 'By Abe, the son of Mitchell,' he cried, shading his eyes, 'a

bird of a drive! How truly is it written in the book of the prophet

Vadun, 'The left hand applieth the force, the right doth but guide.

Grip not, therefore, too closely with the right hand!' Yesterday I was

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