Chapter VII: An Imposing Spectacle.

"To appear at the priory with all our household! Surely, my

husband, that command is something strange?"

Lady Chadgrove raised her eyes anxiously to her lord's face, to see

thereon an answering look of perplexity not untinged by anxiety. He

was perusing a paper held in his hands.

"Such is the missive," he remarked. "It was brought by a lay

brother but now. Methinks the fellow is yet in the kitchen. Our

mead is not to be lightly disdained. I will send young Julian to

talk with him, and learn if may be the cause of this strange

summons. I would not willingly give cause of offence to the lord

prior; and the money has been paid that was promised, so methinks

he means no hurt to me or mine. But it is not safe to adventure

oneself into the lion's mouth. I would gladly know what is behind

all this. I am something ill at ease."

"All the household would mean Brother Emmanuel likewise," said the

lady. "Perchance it is but a means of drawing him within the

toils."

"It is like enough. It will be the day on which the week of grace

expires. Would to God I could see my way more clearly! I am in a

great strait betwixt mine own conscience and the authority of the

Church. How can I deliver up a faithful and devoted son of the

Church to certain death, when my house is his only refuge and

protection? Yet how may I refuse obedience to my spiritual fathers

and superiors, to whom I owe submission in all things, in right of

their office, albeit as men I know them to be--faulty?".

He paused, as if reluctant to put his thoughts into words even to

his wife. He was going through that mental and spiritual struggle

which was speedily to do so great a work in the world--that

struggle which led to the final fall of the religious houses in

this land. Viewed as a God-appointed ordinance, or at least as a

bulwark and rampart of the Church, it seemed a fearful thing to

hold them in aught but awe and reverence, and to look upon their

sons as saints and godly men, in whom the Spirit of the Lord was

working. But when the corrupt practices within those walls were

known, when men were convinced, sorely against their will, that the

inmates were licentious, depraved, covetous, and tyrannical, then

indeed it became hard to recognize their God-appointed mission.

Sir Oliver was no heretic; he had not even the faint sympathy with

and comprehension of the tenets of the heretics which were creeping

into some enlightened minds. He had imbibed some new and

enlightened views from stanch sons of the Church, who were

themselves preaching the doctrine of internal reform, but he went

no further in these matters than his teachers. The very name of

heresy was odious to him, but none the less did it go sorely

against the grain to be a slave to the haughty Prior of Chadwater,

and at his bidding to violate (as it seemed to him) the sacred laws

of hospitality.

Whilst Julian was gone upon his errand, he paced the floor

restlessly and moodily.

"I would we had got him off before this coil began. But who could

have thought it would come--and Brother Emmanuel so true and

faithful a son of the Church? Knowest thou, wife, that he keeps

vigil three nights in the week in the chantry, watching

sleeplessly, lest the Lord coming suddenly should find the whole

house sleeping? Edred keeps watch one night, and good old Margaret

another. I did but lately know this thing. Brother Emmanuel holds

that the Church should ever be watching and waiting for her Lord,

lest He come as a thief in the night. He would have prayers

ceaselessly ascending before Him. It is his grief and pain that

within the cloister walls, whence he has come, no true vigil is

kept, but that sloth and ease have taken the place of watching and

vigil and prayer. And such a man as that they would have me deliver

to his death!"

"Art sure they mean him ill, my husband? It seems scarce possible."

"I am very sure that it is so," answered the knight, with a stern

glance bent upon the sunny landscape beyond the open window. "It is

strange, but it is true; and I sometimes think that some fearful

and unlooked-for judgment must some day fall upon men who--"

But Sir Oliver paused, for his wife had made a gesture, as if to

check the impetuous words that sprang to his lips. He smiled a

little darkly.

"Thou art right, good dame. Such words are better left unspoke. If

it be dangerous to think some things, it be more dangerous to speak

one's thoughts. Let it be enough for us that the Lord reigneth, be

the earth never so unquiet. He sitteth a judge and a king. In His

hands are the final issues of all things."

The lady bent her head with due reverence, and then asked eagerly:

"And when does the fishing smack sail?"

Sir Oliver shook his head impatiently.

"Not for full fourteen days: it had but just come into port, and

there be much merchandise to unlade and lade again. The skipper was

an honest fellow, and a true-hearted man to boot. He would not take

my gold, but said his passenger should bring it with him when he

came; for he knew there was a chance he might not contrive to come,

and he would not receive aught for services he might never have

power to render. But he knows his business, and once safe on board

the sloop our fugitive will be safe enow. But not till it be almost

ready for sea--not till the skipper could weigh anchor at a

moment's notice. He himself said he must not come aboard till the

last moment. Were any hue and cry to be made after him, any vessel

in port would be certain to be searched. How to keep him safe for

these fourteen--nay, it is but twelve days now--is the thing that

is perplexing me. Until the close of the appointed week naught will

be done; but there will be one long week after that which will tax

our resources to the utmost. And this summons from the prior makes

the whole question the more difficult."

"And the boys say that the house is being watched. Hast not heard

as much? There be spies from the priory posted round and about. All

the gates are watched. Edred thinks it is to strive to seize

Brother Emmanuel should he venture forth from the shelter of the

walls.

"I like not the thought of all those prying eyes. My husband, these

be strange times in which we dwell."

Sir Oliver's face was dark and thoughtful.

"Ay, verily they be. How can men wonder that the ignorant and

unlearned turn with loathing and scorn from such crooked and

cowardly ways?--

"How now, Julian? Hast learned the cause of this ado? What says the

lay brother? Hast thou sounded him with care and with all due

caution?"

Julian and Edred came in together. Julian looked flushed and

excited, Edred pale and thoughtful, and his eyes were glowing with

a strange fire.

"Ay, verily, we have found it all out," cried the younger boy, with

eager excitement of manner. "Methinks it will be a fine sight.

Father, hast heard of the thing which men call the 'Great

Abjuration'--was not that the name, Edred?"

The elder boy made a sign of assent.

"It is for the heretics and Lollards," pursued Julian eagerly. "It

hath been done before in many places, and here it is to be done two

days from hence. All those persons who are suspected of heresy, or

have been found guilty, are to be called before the lord prior and

the Lord of Mortimer, and they will be bidden to abjure all their

false doctrines publicly. The whole village will be assembled to

hear them recant; high and low, rich and poor, all are to meet

together in the great quadrangle of the priory to hear and see. The

lay brother says it will be a fine sight. If they will not recant,

the prior will give them over to the Lord of Mortimer, who will see

that they suffer as heretics are wont to do. If they abjure their

errors, the prior will set them their penances; and these be no

light thing, by what the brother says. Some will be branded in the

cheek, that they carry the mark of their shame all their days; some

will have a green badge affixed to their arm, to wear until they

have leave to cast it off, that all men may know they have been

touched by the pollution; whilst others will be set to menial toil

in the monasteries, and will perchance spend the rest of their

lives there, sundered from their friends and their homes and all

those whom they love.

"In truth, I marvel how any man can meddle with heresy in these

days. The bishops have resolved to stamp it out once and for all,

and methinks they will do so right well if they take such steps as

these."

Sir Oliver's face looked a little relieved as he heard his son's

words.

"Then everybody within the district is to be summoned to meet at

the priory upon this same day?"

"Ay, verily; all are to be there, from the highest to the lowest.

The lay brothers are going round the country, bidding all to the

spectacle. It is thought that after all have seen what will take

place upon that day, there will be no longer any fear of heresy

round Chad and Mortimer."

The boy ran off to try to learn more details. Edred stood looking

at his father with troubled eyes.

"Father," he said, in a low voice, "must Brother Emmanuel go with

us that day?"

Sir Oliver looked down at the paper in his hands.

"It bids me to attend with my family and all my household, save

such as must be left to take due care of the house in my absence,"

said he. Then he paused awhile in silent thought, and looking up he

said suddenly, "Go fetch Brother Emmanuel hither."

Edred vanished silently and swiftly, and soon afterwards returned

with the monk at his side.

The past few days had left their mark on the thin, spiritual face

of the young ecclesiastic. The knowledge of the peril in which he

stood had not daunted his courage, though it had drawn lines in his

face and deepened the fire which burned within those dark, resolute

eyes. His face looked as though he had slept but little, as though

his nights had been passed in watching and prayer, as was indeed

the case. He had an air of calm, resolute courage and hopefulness,

though it was plain that he knew the danger of his position, and

was fully alive to the peril which menaced him.

Sir Oliver placed the paper in his hand, and watched him silently

whilst he perused it. When he had finished he handed it back, and

stood for a moment looking out of the window with an expression of

thoughtful concentration on his face. At the end of a few moments

he looked up quickly, and said:

"You and yours will attend, Sir Oliver?"

"Yes; we must needs do that. But you?"

Brother Emmanuel lifted his head and threw it back with a gesture

of resolution and independence.

"Sir Oliver," he said, "upon the day when your household is bidden

to the priory, I cease, by the command of my superior, to be a

member of this household. Upon that day your command over me (if I

may use the word)--your responsibility over me--ceases. Whatever I

may do or not do is no concern of yours. I am no longer the

instructor of your sons, nor the priest within your walls. What I

do I do of mine own self. None can rightly call you to task for it.

Let that be your safeguard; let that be your answer to all

questions. The prior has ordained that from that day I cease to

remain here. From the dawning of that day you have no part nor lot

in my life. I take its control into mine own hands, and it were

better you should not even know whither I go nor what I do."

Sir Oliver bent a searching look upon him.

"So be it," he answered, after a moment's thought. "But this one

word I say to thee: Thou hast been true and faithful to me and

mine; wherefore my roof and my walls shall be thy shelter until

thou goest forth of thine own freewill. Be not afraid to remain

here with me. I will defend thee with every power I have until such

time as thou mayest safely escape beyond the seas."

He held out his hand. The monk took it and pressed it between both

of his.

"The Lord deal with thee and thine as thou hast dealt with me," was

the reply, spoken in deep, earnest accents.

The knight bent his head in response to the benediction; and

Brother Emmanuel moved silently away, closely followed by Edred,

who looked pale and troubled.

"Thou dost not think he will present himself at the priory with the

rest of the world?" asked Lady Chadgrove, with anxiety in face and

voice; and her husband thoughtfully shook his head as he made

reply:

"I trow not. I have spoken to him of that before, and he was very

well resolved to fly the country and strive to finish the work he

has begun, to join the band who are toiling might and main to bring

a purer and holier spirit within the pale of the Church and her

servants. It is a work to which he has long felt called, and he

believes that it will be faithfully carried out somewhere, if not

here. For a while he will be safer beyond the seas; but he may

return and join with those in Oxford and London who are toiling in

the same cause. He knows of the sloop--where it lies and when it

sails; and I trow he is laying plans of his own. It were better not

to ask of these. I would rather walk in ignorance. A man cannot

betray, however inadvertently, what he knows not, and the subtle

skill in questioning possessed by our reverend prior might win the

secret from any unskilled person ere he knew he had revealed it. I

know not what he means to do, nor shall I seek to know. But he has

courage, spirit, and a consciousness of integrity which may carry

him through much. Methinks he has judged wisely and well both for

us and himself.

"When this day comes," touching the paper in his hand, "it is very

true that I am no longer accountable for him as a member of my

house hold. He has received his recall from his superior. It is for

him to answer to it or not as he thinks best."

A sense of excitement and uneasiness pervaded the whole of the

house during the two following days. In all men's mouths was talk

of this solemn abjuration which was about to be forced upon all

those suspected of heresy; and many persons who had tampered

slightly and privately with doubtful matters went about looking

uneasy and troubled, fearful lest they might find themselves

accused of illicit practices, and be summoned forth to do penance

in a more or less severe form before they could hope to receive

absolution.

Sir Oliver Chadgrove's household was strictly orthodox in all

outward matters; but the leaven of Lollardism was wonderfully

penetrating, and he himself had suspected and feared that some of

his servants might be tainted therewith. He awaited the day with

almost as much anxiety as any of his dependants, for he well knew

that the Lord of Mortimer would lose no opportunity of dealing him

a heavy blow; and if he could be proved guilty of harbouring

heretics or even suspected persons in his house, it would give his

enemy a handle against him that he would not be slow to use.

As for the boys, it was plain that something of unwonted excitement

was agitating their minds; but in the general anxiety pervading the

whole household little account was taken of this.

The day came at last, dawning fair and clear. Sir Oliver assembled

his household early in the courtyard, and every retainer was clad

in his best and mounted upon his best charger. It was well to make

a goodly display of strength and wealth on an occasion like the

present. Doubtless the Lord of Mortimer would be there with all his

train, and Chad must not cut a much poorer figure in the eyes of

the beholders.

None knew better than Sir Oliver how far a goodly seeming went in

condoning offences and allaying suspicion, especially in the eyes

of such a worldly-wise man as the Prior of Chadwater. A proud

bearing, a goodly following, a gorgeous retinue, would be a far

better proof of orthodoxy in his eyes than any saintliness of life

and conduct. Mortimer would know that right well, though, as he had

been elected as the secular agent to assist the prior in his work

today, plainly no stigma of any kind was thought to rest upon his

household. Sir Oliver knew that Mortimer was a larger property than

Chad, and that the baron was a greater man than the knight. It was

reasonable enough that he had been selected for this office, and

such choice need imply no distrust of himself on the prior's part;

but still there was an uneasy, underlying consciousness that he was

suspected and watched, and the espionage which had been kept up all

this while on his house was a plain proof that he was not entirely

trusted.

The priory and its adjacent buildings formed a very fine specimen

of medieval architecture. The abbey was in itself a masterpiece of

beauty, and the great block formed by refectories and dormitories

stood at right angles to it. The prior's house, with its ample

accommodation and its guest chambers, formed an other side to the

great quadrangle; whilst the granaries, storehouses, and such-like

buildings formed the fourth--the whole enclosing a very large

space, which formed the exercising ground of the monks when they

were kept by their rules within the precincts of their home.

The smoothest of green grass, carefully kept and tended, formed the

carpet of this enclosure; and today the whole quadrangle formed an

animated and picturesque spectacle on account of the shifting,

many-coloured groups of people gathered together there with looks

of expectation and wonder.

A holiday appearance was presented by the crowd; for however ill at

ease any person might feel, it was his aim and object to look as

jovial and well assured as possible. Every knee was bent whenever

any monk appeared. The professions of reverence and orthodoxy were

almost comic in their display.

The whole of the rural population had gathered in this open space

when the master of Chad and his retainers rode in, followed by the

humbler servants and many women and children on foot. But the Lord

of Mortimer had not yet put in an appearance, though some of his

retainers and men-at-arms might be seen mingling with the crowd;

and Sir Oliver and his wife and sons looked curiously about them as

they reined back their horses against the wall, wondering whether

they should dismount altogether, and what the order of the day's

proceedings was to be.

There were two great raised platforms at one end of the open

enclosure, and upon these platforms, both of which were draped with

cloth, many seats had been arranged. One of these was canopied, and

was plainly for the prior; but beyond this Sir Oliver could be sure

of nothing.

When, however, it became known that the party from Chad had

arrived, a lay brother came out and bid them dismount and send away

their steeds to the meadow beyond, where one or two of the servants

could see to them; and as soon as this had been done, Sir Oliver

was told that he and his lady would occupy certain seats upon one

of the platforms, but that there would not be room for more than

his eldest son to have a place there beside him. The younger boys

must remain in the crowd.

Edred and Julian were well pleased at this, and gave each other a

quick pressure of the hand. Edred was intensely excited; and

gradually edged his way to a good position not far from the

platform, that he might hear and see everything; and Julian stood

beside him, as intent upon the proceedings as anyone.

With a great show of ecclesiastical pomp, forth came the prior with

his monks in attendance, and closely following them the haughty

Lord of Mortimer; with his son-in-law, Sir Edward Chadwell, by his

side, and his daughter following her husband. With these came many

knights and persons of standing in the county; and whilst the prior

and the monks grouped themselves upon one platform, the barons,

knights, and nobles took their appointed places on the other, the

owners of Mortimer and Chad being for once in their lives elbow to

elbow, and constrained to exchange words and looks of greeting.

A deep hush fell upon the crowd, and the people surged back against

the walls, leaving the centre space vacant. At the same time

certain men wearing the garb and the air of jailers or executioners

came forth and stood in the midst of the open space--one of them

bearing the glowing brazier and the branding iron, which he placed

on a slab of stone in the very centre of the enclosure.

When all preparations were complete, the prior arose, and in a loud

and solemn voice commanded that the prisoners should be brought

forth--those persons who had not been merely suspected of heresy,

but had been found with heretical books in their possession, or

were known to be in the habit of meeting together to read such

books and hear the pestilent doctrines which vile and wicked

persons were propagating in the land.

At that command a number of monks appeared, leading bound, and in

scant and miserable clothing, about a score of men and women,

foremost amongst whom was the hunchback, whose face and voice were

alike well known to Edred. Most of the prisoners were trembling and

cowering; but he held his head erect, and looked calmly round upon

the assembled potentates. There was no fear or shrinking in his

pinched face. He eyed the prior with a look as unbending as his

own.

Then began a long harangue from the great man, in which the wiles

of the devil in the pestilent doctrines of the heretics, so-called

Lollards, were forcibly and not illogically pointed out. When no

man might give answer, when none might show where misrepresentation

came in, where there was nothing given but the one side of the

question, it was not difficult to make an excellent case against

the accused. The early heretics, mostly unlettered people, always

marred the purity of the cause by falling into exaggeration and

foolishness, by denouncing what was good as well as what was

corrupt in a system against which they were revolting--thus laying

themselves open to attack and confutation, and alienating from them

many who would have striven to stand their friend and to have

gently set them right had they been less headstrong and less prone

to tear away and condemn every practice the meaning of which they

were, through ignorance and want of comprehension, unable to enter

into.

In the hands of the skilful prior their doctrines were indeed made

to look vile and blasphemous and foolish in the extreme. Many

persons shuddered at hearing what words had been used by them with

regard to the holy sacraments; and most of the persons brought to

their trial were weeping and terrified at their own conduct before

the prior's speech was half through. Only the hunchback retained

his bold front, and looked back with scorn into the face of the

prelate as he made point after point in his scathing denunciation.

When the harangue ended, the prior made a sign to his servants, and

immediately one of the most timorous and craven of the prisoners

was brought up before him. He was far too cunning a judge to try

first to bend the spirit of the hunchback. He knew that with that

man he could do nothing, and he knew too what marvels were

sometimes accomplished by the example of self devotion. So

commencing with a weak and trembling woman, who was ready to sink

into the ground with fear and shame merely at being thus had up

before the eyes of the whole place, he easily obtained a solemn

recantation and abjuration of every form of heresy; and in a tone

of wonderful mildness, though of solemn warning, too, told her that

since she was a woman and young, and had doubtless been led away by

others, she should be pardoned after she had paid a visit barefoot

to a shrine forty miles off--a shrine much derided by the heretic

teachers--and had returned in like fashion, having tasted nothing

but bread and water the whole time of the journey.

Then came, one after another, the weakest and most timorous of the

craven crowd. The infection of fear had seized upon them. Ignorant,

superstitious, scarcely understanding the new teachings that had

attracted them, and fearfully terrified of falling under the ban of

the Church under whose shelter they had always lived, was it

wonderful that one after another should abjure their heretical

opinions, and swear to listen to the enticer no more? Some strove

to ask questions upon the points which troubled them; but scarce

any sort of disputing was allowed. The prior was subtle in fence,

and by a few scathing words could generally quell the questioner

and make him wish his objection unspoken.

And those who showed a tendency towards disputation were far more

harshly dealt with than those who abjured at once. The red-hot

iron, the badge of shame, the servitude which might be lifelong

were imposed upon them. So a sense of despair fell upon the little

band, and they yielded one by one; only three refusing to take the

words of the oath--the hunchback and two more, one being a lad of

about sixteen summers; and after using every threat and argument to

overcome their obstinacy, the prior called upon the Lord of

Mortimer as the representative of the secular arm, and delivered

the prisoners over to him to be dealt with after the manner of the

law.

A shuddering groan went up, as if involuntarily, from many throats

as the prisoners were led away by the guards of Mortimer. The prior

looked sternly round to check the demonstration, reminding the

people that the burning of the body was as nothing, it was the

eternal burning of the soul in hell that men should fear; and that

if in the midst of the flames the guilty persons recanted their

sins, it was just possible that even then the merciful God would

hear and receive their prayer, and that they might be saved from

the eternal death of the soul.

Then somewhat changing his tone, though still speaking with gravity

and even with sadness, he told the people of the pain with which he

had heard stories of the sympathy evinced by some even amongst

those standing about him for the wicked and pestilent disturbers of

the public peace and the safety of the Church. One or two persons

he called upon by name, and rebuked with some severity for words

reported to have been dropped by them which savoured, if not of

heresy itself, yet of carelessness and irreverence for sacred

things which bordered dangerously on heresy. One after another

these persons came forward trembling, asked pardon, and were

dismissed not unkindly, but with many an admonition for the future.

It was made plain and patent to all that the bishops had absolutely

resolved to stamp out heresy once and for all; and for once the

prior and abbots, the monks and the friars, were in accord and

working hand in hand. It was useless for any to hope to stem such a

tide as that--such was the tenor of the prior's speech--heresy was

to be exterminated. On that point there was no manner of doubt; and

if, knowing this, persons chose deliberately to put themselves

under the ban of the law, well, their blood must be upon their own

head. Neither God nor man would have mercy upon them.

Several of the retainers and a few of the actual household of Chad

had received admonitions of this sort. Sir Oliver looked on

uneasily, catching a subdued look of triumph in the eyes of his

rival and foe. He did not believe his household seriously tainted

with heresy. He knew that certain of them who had been with him in

London had imbibed the teaching of Dean Colet and his pupils, and

he did not know, any more than the dean himself, that the Lollards

secretly encouraged each other to go and hear a man who spoke so

much of the truth they themselves held.

The line where orthodoxy ends and heresy begins has been at all

times hard to define, and perhaps the upholders of the "Church"

knew as little as anybody how hard this definition was becoming.

Several persons had stood forth (invited by the prior to do so) and

confessed to dangerous sentiments which they now saw to be utterly

wrong, and vowed to abjure forever; or had accused other persons of

words which required explanation, or of deeds which suggested a

leaning towards secret meetings where heresy might be discussed.

But the day's proceedings seemed drawing to a close, and nothing of

any great peril to the Lord of Chad had occurred, when just at the

close of the afternoon Brother Fabian suddenly came forward and

whispered a few words in the prior's ear; and he, after a moment of

apparent hesitation, spoke aloud.

"It is with great grief that I learn that one of our own brethren

has been heard to utter words which sound strangely like those of

heresy; but since it is our bounden duty that strict justice be

done to all, whether high or low, rich or poor, nay, whether it be

our own son or brother, I here call upon Brother Emmanuel to stand

forth publicly, as others have done, and answer the charge brought

against him."

The prior looked round as he spoke these words in a loud voice; but

there was no movement either in the crowd or amongst the cowled

monks, and he spoke the name again without eliciting any response.

The Lord of Mortimer leaned forward and spoke to his neighbour.

"Methinks this brother was a member of your household, Sir Oliver,"

he said, with a gleam of malice in his eye. "Surely you received a

mandate bidding you come with all your household. Where is this

preceptor of your sons?"

"His duties ceased last night," replied Sir Oliver calmly, in a

tone loud enough to reach the prior's ears. "He had command to

return today to the priory, and last evening he said farewell to me

and mine. I have not seen him today."

"Did he know of the summons to all to attend the gathering here

today?"

Sir Oliver bent his head.

"He did. I showed him the paper myself."

"Then wherefore is he not here?"

"That know I not. I did not know he was not here. I do not know it

even now. I have never known Brother Emmanuel fail in obedience

yet."

The name was being whispered all round. The monks were professing

to be searching for the missing brother. The prior looked at Sir

Oliver with some sternness.

"Where is this monk?" he asked,

"I do not know," was the firm response. "I have not seen him since

his farewell yesternight."

"You thought he was coming hither?"

"I knew naught. He told me naught of his purposes."

The prior's eyes flashed ominously.

"Have a care, Sir Oliver, have a care. Brother Emmanuel is yet

within the walls of Chad. I have reason to know he has not left

them the whole of this past week. He has been disobedient to his

vow of submission. He has not come at my bidding."

"I know naught of it," replied the knight calmly.

The Lord of Mortimer leaned forward once more with an evil smile in

his eyes.

"Let not mistaken generosity get the better of prudence, my

brother," he said, with derisiveness in his tone. "You know well

that the penalty of hiding and harbouring a heretic is little short

of that of heresy itself. Have a care you do not lose all just for

the caprice of the moment, which in time to come you will have

leisure bitterly to repent."

The prior, too, was eying him sternly.

"Lord Mortimer gives good counsel, Sir Oliver," he said. "Thou

knowest I am no enemy of thine. What has this day passed must have

shown thee that. Thou knowest that there be some here who might

have been called before me today to answer for their deeds who have

been spared for their youth and gentle birth. Thou hast had proof

that I am no enemy of thine. But the walls of Chad must not harbour

a heretic. Brother Emmanuel is there; he hath been there, and hath

not sallied forth this many days, showing that a guilty conscience

keeps him within. He cannot go forth without my knowledge; and if

thou wilt not give him up to me, I must obtain authority and have

the house searched and the man dragged forth. And I tell thee

freely, if it be found that thou hast lent thine aid in harbouring

a heretic and disobedient monk, thy lands will be forfeit, if not

thy life, and the Lord of Mortimer will be likewise Lord of Chad."

At that moment, had any person had eyes to heed it, it might have

been observed that Edred and Julian slipped like veritable shadows

through the packed crowd. The next moment they had reached the

gateway, had passed under it without exciting any observation, and

as soon as they reached the cover of the forest, they set off to

run towards Chad as fast as their legs could carry them--far faster

than their horses could have borne them through the narrow paths of

the tangled wood.

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