She looked, she saw, and fell back fainting.
An hour had gone by.

The child, unhurt save for a little bruising of its tender mouth, was asleep upon its mother's breast.

Bridget, having recovered, at length had told all her tale to every one of them save Cicely, who as yet knew nothing, for she and Emlyn did not hear the screams, their rooms being on the other side of the building.

The Abbot had been sent for, and, accompanied by monks, arrived in the midst of a thunder-storm and pouring rain.

He, too, had heard the tale, heard it with a pale face while his monks crossed themselves.