EPILOGUE
Loft Land. And then once more to my book that I may make it an ecceptable and a worthy offering to my lord, slowly and artfully brewing my strong ale, storing up in fair bins and vessels my curious sausages, my mangoes hot and sweet, spices, delicate liquors, and choice confections, until at last I have such mauresue fare to offer as shall be very pleasant to the taste, and shall make men come and come again, and insite and spur them to the Silurian Wisdom. So my book shall be shown in the after time, when I am gone to the Abiding Home—"This is the Chronicle of Clemendy, and a curious piece. Master Leolinus, the Silurist, who was sometime Lord of Farre Joyaunce, wrote it; a painful man and mightily addicted to good letters, good ale, and good tobacco."
But here is my Paumier, with his parchments, to advise with me concerning a grant of Water Baylage to the Abbey of St. Michael, and also concerning the ceremonies observed in the island at Christmastide. He tells me that the voyage will surely be a rough and tempestuous one, but with the captain of the Salutation there need be no fear. And so farewell, till the anchor be dropt in the Sure Haven of Farre Joyaunce.
SALUTATION
