But how will you go?
They will never suffer it." The old nun drew herself up, and answered-- "Who has the right to say to the Prioress of Blossholme that she shall not travel whither she will?
No Spanish Abbot, I think.

Why, but now that proud priest's servants would have forbidden me to enter your chamber in my own House, but I read them a lesson they will not forget.
Also I have horses at my command, but it is true I need an escort, who am not too strong and little versed in the ways of the outside world, where I have scarcely strayed for many years.

Now I have bethought me of that red-haired lay-brother, Thomas Bolle.

I am told that though foolish, he is a valiant man whom few care to face; moreover, that he understands horses and knows all roads.

Do you think, Emlyn Stower, that Thomas Bolle will be my companion on this journey, with leave from the Abbot, or without it ?" and again she looked her in the eyes.
"He might, he might; he is a venturous man, or so I remember him in my youth," answered Emlyn.