Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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The road grew twisted and more circuitous. As the three knights came to a cave planted in the middle of the road, there came to their ears sounds like the gnashing of teeth, roaring, ripping paper, and the smell of pipe tobacco. Piouse mumbled a psalm. Lowering his visor and making his voice deeper than it really was, Zealos advanced to the mouth of the cave and shouted, Peace! What maketh that hellish uproar? There was a groan: Closed out — all courses closed! I challenge thee, be thou beast or fiend, spake Zealos. If thou canst do no more than sit in this cave and emit such foul noises, thou hast no right to live. Come forth, monster! Tis the pure knight, Zealos, who challenges thee!

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The three dejected heroes complied and left the Armoury. Slowly, they walked into the forest in the direction of For- tress Avihsey. Now we ' re in a fix, moaned Indifferaunce. For without armour and weapons, how can we protect ourselves? We certainly need help, agreed Piouse. Ahem! said a voice behind them. They turned, and saw a man of pale complexion, dressed in a neat suit and vest, with a pointed beard, puffing on a cigar. Who are you? asked Zealos. I am called Revelin, whispered the man. I stand alongside the road to Avihsey, and try to help those who pass. Long ago, I was as mighty as King Belquinor. Those were the days when the turrets of Avihsey shone golden instead of dull green. It was a smaller fortress then, but, I believe, a happier one. You say you need armour. Well, then: Abracada- bra, tora-u-mada! There was a puff of smoke and the heroes found themselves fully outfitted in armour. Before they could thank him, the old magician had vanished. Truly, a great magician and benefactor, that Revelin! cried Zealos. Piouse agreed. Indifferaunce said nothing, but fingered the pommel of his sword thoughtfully. The three set off toward Avihsey.

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