One evening, when
seated at table, Brother
Benjamin was called
upon by
the Abbot to give the riddle that was that day demanded of him.
"Forsooth," said
he, "I am no good at the making
of riddles,
as thou
knowest full well; but I have been teasing my poor brain over a matter
that I trust some among you will expound to me, for I cannot rede it
myself.
It is this.
Mark me take a glass of sack from this bottle that
contains a pint of wine and pour it into that jug which contains a pint
of water. Now, I fill the glass with the mixture from the jug and pour
it
back into the bottle holding
the sack.
Pray tell me, have I taken more
wine from the bottle than water from the jug?
Or have I taken more
water
from the jug than wine from the bottle?"
I gather that the
monks got nearer to a great
quarrel over
this little
poser than had ever happened before.
One brother so far forgot himself
as
to tell his neighbour that "more wine had got into his pate than wit
came
out of it," while another noisily insisted that it all depended on the
shape of the glass and the age of the wine.
But the Lord Abbot
intervened, showed them what a simple question it really was, and
restored good feeling all round.
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