Martin: This didn't happen in Sussex. Joscelyn: But I thought it was a true story. Martin: It is the only true story of them all.) She was kept on the island locked up in a tower, for the best of all the reasons in the world. She had fallen in love. She had fallen in love with her father's Squire. So the King banished him for ever and locked up his daughter in a tower on an island, and had it guarded by six Gorgons. (Joscelyn: It's NOT a true story! Martin: It IS a true story! If you don't say so at the end I'll give you-- Joscelyn: What?--I don't want you to give me anything! Martin: All right then. Joscelyn: What will you give me? Martin: A yellow shoe-string.) By six Gorgons (repeated Martin) who had the sharpest claws and the snakiest hair of any Gorgons there ever were. And their faces-- (Joscelyn: Leave their faces alone! Martin: You're being a perfect nuisance! Joscelyn: I simply HATE this story! Martin: Tell it yourself then! Joscelyn: What ABOUT their faces?) Their faces (said Martin) were as beautiful as day and night and the four seasons of the year. They were so beautiful that I must stop talking about them or I shall never talk about anything else. So I'd better talk about the young Squire, who was a great deal less interesting, except for one thing: that he was in love. Which is a big advantage to have over Gorgons, who never are. The only other noteworthy thing about him was that his voice was breaking because he was merely fifteen years old. He was just a sort of Odd Boy about the King's court. (Martin: Mistress Joscelyn, if you keep on wiggling so much you'll get a nasty tumble. Kindly sit still and let me get on. This isn't a very long story.)