That's all I know--save one thing." "One thing! Oh, what thing, Thomas?
That my husband is dead ?" "Nay, nay, the very opposite, that he is alive, or was, for these men saw him and Jeffrey Stokes and Martin the priest, no craven as I know, fighting like devils till the Turks overwhelmed them by numbers, and, having bound their hands, carried them all three unwounded on board one of their ships, wishing doubtless to make slaves of such brave fellows." Now, although Emlyn would have stopped her, still Cicely plied him with questions, which he answered as best he could, till suddenly a sound caught his ear.
"Look at the window!" he exclaimed.
They looked, and saw a sight that froze their blood, for there staring at them through the glass was the dark face of the Abbot, and with it other faces.
"Betray me not, or I shall burn," he whispered.

"Say only that I came to haunt you," and silently as a shadow he glided to his niche and was gone.
"What now, Emlyn ?" "One thing only--Thomas must be saved.

A bold face and stand to it.

Is it our fault if your father's ghost should haunt this chapel?
Remember, your father's ghost, no other.

Ah! here they come." As she spoke the door was thrown wide, and through it came the Abbot and his rout of attendants.