When his back-fin travels to his tail -- so -- he swallows up the blade , even as the whale swallowed Gaffer Jonah ... Yes , and that 's my ink-horn . I made the four silver saints round it . Press Barnabas 's head . It opens , and then -- ' He dipped the trimmed pen , and with careful boldness began to put in the essential lines of Puck 's rugged face , that had been but faintly revealed by the silver-point . The children gasped , for it fairly leaped from the page . As he worked , and the rain fell on the tiles , he talked -- now clearly , now muttering , now breaking off to frown or smile at his work . He told them he was born at Little Lindens Farm , and his father used to beat him for drawing things instead of doing things , till an old priest called Father Roger , who drew illuminated letters in rich people 's books , coaxed the parents to let him take the boy as a sort of painter 's apprentice . Then he went with Father Roger to Oxford , where he cleaned plates and carried cloaks and shoes for the scholars of a College called Merton . ` Did n't you hate that ? ' said Dan after a great many other questions . ' I never thought o n't . Half Oxford was building new colleges or beautifying the old , and she had called to her aid the master-craftsmen of all Christendie -- kings in their trade and honoured of Kings . I knew them . I worked for them : that was enough . No wonder -- ' He stopped and laughed . ` You became a great man , Hal , ' said Puck . ` They said so , Robin . Even Bramante said so . ' ` Why ? What did you do ? '
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Barnabas Bramante Christendie Dan Farm Hal Jonah Merton Robin Roger