Within two paces of the women they halted, hanging together like bees, for they were afraid, while a voice cried, "Seize the witches!" Cicely's terror passed from her and she faced them boldly.
"What would you with us, my Lord Abbot ?" she asked.
"We would know, Sorceress, what shape was that which spoke with you but now, and whither has it gone ?" "The same that saved my child and called the Sword of God down upon the murderess.

It wore my father's armour, but its face I did not see.

It has gone whence it came, but where that is I know not.

Discover if you can." "Woman, you trifle with us.

What said the Thing ?" "It spoke of the slaughter of Sir John Foterell by King's Grave Mount and of those who wrought it," and she looked at him steadily until his eyes fell before hers.
"What else ?" "It told me that my husband is not dead.