"Moreover, his forefathers have served the Harfletes and the Foterells for generations in peace and war, and doubtless, therefore, he loves my lady yonder.

But the trouble is to get at him." "No trouble at all, Emlyn; he is one of the watch outside the gate.

But, woman, what token ?" Emlyn thought for a moment, then drew a ring off her finger in which was set a cornelian heart.
"Give him this," she said, "and say that the wearer bade him follow the bearer to the death, for the sake of that wearer's life and another's.
He is a simple soul, and if the Abbot does not catch him first I believe that he will go." Mother Matilda took the ring and set it on her own finger.

Then she walked to where Cicely lay sleeping, looked at her and the boy upon her breast.

Stretching out her thin hands, she called down the blessing and protection of Almighty God upon them both, then turned to depart.
Emlyn caught her by the robe.
"Stay," she said.