An army builds a road along the line of the least resis-tance; and often, when a promontory thrust its
rocky nose into the river, the way led up the hill through the forest, getting back into the valley again
as best it could. During these inland excursions, the monk, evidently unused to equestrianism, fell
behind, and sometimes the whole troop was halted by command of its chief, until Gottlieb, clinging
to his horse's mane, emerged from the thicket, the Archbishop curbing the impatience of his charger
and watching, with a cynical smile curling his stern lips, the reappearance of the good father.
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