Wart draggled off to the tower room, where Merlyn was busy knitting himself a woollen night-cap for the winter. “I cast off two together at every oth… - T. H. White

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Wart draggled off to the tower room, where Merlyn was busy knitting himself a woollen night-cap for the winter. “I cast off two together at every other line,” said the magician, “but for some reason it seems to end too sharply. Like an onion. It is the turning of the heel that does one, every time.