Sentence The Fourhundredandsixtyfifth 

But it took them almost a day and a half to cover the ten miles, which turned out to be more like 13, as the track meandered up and down, or around and down and then up again, even stretching to 15 or twenty in places, though as the crow flies it might really be ten, while they navigated drops into river valleys and back up to moorlands, what felt like two-thirds or even three-quarters of the way round some hills, and there were no bridges, just fords made difficult by recent rains, towards the Palace of the Duke of Albany; Tavish had only ever heard of the 20th (oops, he suddenly remembered that in their own time it was now the 21^st}Century holder of that title and knew him to be an associate of Martin Elginbrod and other members of the Ring of Gold; but at last they were within sight and, strange as it may seem, this was seven hundred and fifty years, almost exactly to the day, earlier than Peter Boo's car entered the Palace courtyard, carrying the Edinburgh solicitor and his client, Ranulph Ochan'toshan; now, Peter Boo may well be a WS and a learned man, but he had truly never heard much of the Duke of Albany – yes, he knew that he was a cousin of Queen Elizabeth, but beyond that his recollection was hazy, for he understood the man to be extremely advanced in years, made frail by the excesses of his distant youth and of an extremely retiring nature, but Ochan'toshan had spoken fondly of his old friend Dickie Albany and while Peter still had a creepy feeling about Ochan'toshan kissing his hand in the interview room, he managed to maintain a professional demeanour during the hour which the 45 mile drive from Hawick had taken, but even so, he felt rather over-awed by the sight of the grand house as he pulled up by the steps up to the frontage; crikey! he'd visited stately homes with his wife and kids but this was finer even than the Elysée Palace in Paris, the White House

in Washington and the Taj Mahal! it had a definitely numinous air about it, as if it were a place of worship, or where one might encounter ethereal beings, or even Vestal Virgins, not that he would ever expect to actually find any of those so near Edinburgh; “does he have a large family?” he asked Ochan'toshan, who was advancing towards the great door, hand up-raised in the direction of a bell-pull, when he was stayed by the query; “oh,” he laughed, “goodness gracious me, family, ha ha, no, not Dickie, oh, no, indeed, thrice no, I should say that's a physical impossibility, or would be a miracle if it happened,” which rather embarrassed Peter Boo, who couldn't conceive of what on Earth Ranulph could possibly mean! but all the same, he reflected, there was nothing remotely brazen or vituperative in Ochan'toshan's tone, he simply seemed amazed at the very thought that the possibility might/might not be considered: quite a paradoxical virgule, mused the solicitor, now rather keen to have the opportunity of deciding for himself.