So the end of it was that the whole party of them--thirteen men in all, counting those that Master de Cressi brought, rode away across the heath to Blythburgh, though the horses of Hugh's party being very weary, not so fast as he could have wished.
Just as the sun sank they mounted the slope of the farther hill on the crest of which stood the manor-house backed by winds.
"The drawbridge is down, thanks be to God!" said Sir Andrew, "which shows that no attack is feared.

I doubt me, son, we shall find Acour flown." "That we shall know presently," answered Hugh.
"Now, dismount all and follow me." They obeyed, though some of them who knew old Sir John's temper seemed not to like the business.

Leaving two of their people with the horses, they crossed the bridge, thinking to themselves that the great house seemed strangely silent and deserted.

Now they were in the outer court, on one side of which stood the chapel, and still there was no one to be seen.

Dick tapped Hugh upon the shoulder, pointing to a window of this chapel that lay in the shadow, through which came a faint glimmering of light, as though tapers burned upon the altar.
"I think there's a burying yonder," he whispered, "at which all men gather." Hugh blanched, for might it not be Eve whom they buried?
But Sir Andrew, noting it, said: "Nay, nay, Sir John was sick.