And now it seems that Acour is away and that my father lies very sick.

What shall I do?
Return to him ?" "First I will make sure that the Frenchman has gone, and then we will see, daughter." So Sir Andrew sent out messengers who reported it to be true that Acour had ridden straight to London to see the King and then sail for Dover.
Also they said that no Frenchmen were left at Blythburgh save those who would never leave the place again, and that Sir John Clavering lay sick in his bed at the manor.
"God fights for us!" said Sir Andrew with a little laugh.

"This Acour's greeting at Court may be warmer than he thinks and at the least you and Dunwich are well rid of him.

Though I had sooner that you stayed here, to-morrow, daughter, you shall ride to Blythburgh.

Should your father die, as I think he will ere long, it might grieve you in the after years to remember that you had bid him no farewell.