Page 68 - Fairbrass

So constant was the Kneeling Knight
in his devotions that he had knelt in that

church through the winters and summers of
many succeeding generations, and it follows
as a matter of course that he was not of

human flesh and blood, but only the marble

representative of the poor bones that lay
deep beneath the traceried stonework that
supported the canopy beneath which he

bent his sculptured knee,
Fairbrass had always been curiously

interested in this famous statue of the
Kneeling Knight (it was, indeed, a statue

so much spoken of in books that it attracted
visitors from afar, and was therefore held

in a certain amount of local estimation), and
now it occurred to him that if the Knight—

a church-goer whose experiences extended
over hundreds of years—could only speak

to him, he would get all the information
he required. And at this moment a won­

derful thing occurred. The Kneeling
Knight actually winked his stony eye at

Fairbrass, Tf the congregation had seen