Tattered banners still hung among the cobwebs of the ancient roof, the shields of past masters with stately blazonings were carved in stone upon the walls.

But of all this departed splendour but little could be seen, since the place was lit only by a single lamp of whale's oil and a fire that burned upon the wide stone hearth, a great fire, since Father Arnold, who had spent many years of his life in the East, loved warmth.
"Now, Hugh de Cressi," he said, "what have you done ?" "Slain my cousin, John of Clavering, Father, and perhaps another man." "In fair fight, very fair fight," croaked Grey Dick.
"Who doubts it?
Can a de Cressi be a murderer ?" asked the priest.

"And you, Richard the Archer, what have you done ?" "Shot a good horse and three bad men dead with arrows--at least they should be dead--and another through the hand, standing one against twenty." "A gallant--I mean--an evil deed," broke in the old warrior priest, "though once it happened to me in a place called Damascus--but you both are wet, also.

Come into my chamber; I can furnish you with garments of a sort.

And, Richard, set that black bow of yours near the fire, but not too fire.