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<H3>Once and Future King BOOK CODE</H3>

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<H4>THE BOOK</H4>
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The Once and Future King
by T.H. White


Incipit Liber Primus
THE SWORD IN THE STONE


She is not any common earth Water or wood or air, But Merlin's Isle of
Gramarye Where you and I will fare.


1


On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays it was Court Hand and Summulae
Logicales, while the rest of the week it was the Organon, Repetition
and Astrology. The governess was always getting muddled with her
astrolabe, and when she got specially muddled she would take it out of
the Wart by rapping his knuckles. She did not rap Kay's knuckles,
because when Kay grew older he would be Sir Kay, the master of the
estate. The Wart was called the Wart because it more or less rhymed
with Art, which was short for his real name. Kay had given him the
nickname. Kay was not called anything but Kay, as he was too dignified
to have a nickname and would have flown into a passion if anybody had
tried to give him one. The governess had red hair and some mysterious
wound from which she derived a lot of prestige by showing it to all
the women of the castle, behind closed doors. It was believed to be
where she sat down, and to have been caused by sitting on some armour
at a picnic by mistake. Eventually she offered to show it to Sir
Ector, who was Kay's father, had hysterics and was sent away. They
found out afterwards that she had been in a lunatic hospital for three
years.


In the afternoons the programme was: Mondays and Fridays, tilting and
horsemanship; Tuesdays, hawking; Wednesdays, fencing; Thursdays,
archery; Saturdays, the theory of chivalry, with the proper measures
to be blown on all occasions, terminology of the chase and hunting
etiquette. If you did the wrong thing at the mort or the undoing, for
instance, you were bent over the body of the dead beast and smacked
with the flat side of a sword. This was called being bladed. It was
horseplay, a sort of joke like being shaved when crossing the
line. Kay was not bladed, although he often went wrong.


When they had got rid of the governess, Sir Ector said; "After all,
damn it all, we can't have the boys runnin' about all day like
hooligans--after all, damn it all? Ought to be havin' a first-rate
eddication, at their age. When I was their age I was doin' all this
Latin and stuff at five o'clock every mornin'. Happiest time of me
life. Pass the port."


Sir Grummore Grummursum, who was staying the night because he had been
benighted out questin' after a specially long run, said that when he
was their age he was swished every mornin' because he would go hawkin'
instead of learnin'. He attributed to this weakness the fact that he
could never get beyond the Future Simple of Utor. It was a third of
the way down the left-hand leaf, he said. He thought it was leaf
ninety-seven. He passed the port.


Sir Ector said, "Had a good quest today?"

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