A catastrophe had hit Hairycomb castle: the North tower had just collapsed! Lord Flatpurse moaned: - I should have had it consolidated a long time ago. The trouble is, there is no money in Hairycomb. Lord Aldebert Flatpurse had always been hard up! His wife, Lady Isolda, wringed her hands: - What are we going to do? - I'm going to see my rich cousin Gautier Flatpurse. Perhaps he'll lend me a few crowns. William, my son, pray go and bridle Galopin. Flora, my daughter, run and prepare me some food for the trip. - Immediately, dear Father! An hour later, Lord Flatpurse was lifted with much effort up onto Galopin's back.
