His face she could not see, for the vizor was down, but he spoke in a hollow voice, saying-- "This gift from Heaven to the Lady Harflete.

Bid her fear nothing, for one devil I have garnered and the others are ripe for reaping." Bridget took the child and sank down on to the ground, and at that moment the nuns, alarmed by the awful yells, rushed through the side door, headed by Mother Matilda.

They too saw the figure, and knew the Foterell cognizance upon its helm and shield.

But it waited not to speak to them, only passed behind some trees and vanished.
Their first care was for the infant, which they thought the man was stealing; then, after they were sure that it had taken no real hurt, they questioned old Bridget, but could get nothing from her, for all she did was to gibber and point first to the barrow and next to the chancel window.

At length Mother Matilda understood and, climbing on to the barrow, looked through the window as Bridget had done.