Send out a messenger and summon them all here at dawn, bidding them bring provision with them, and what bows and arms they have.

Set a watch also, and after the Father and the messenger have gone, command that the drawbridge be triced." "What do you fear ?" he asked, waking from his dream.
"I fear the Abbot of Blossholme and his hired ruffians, who reck little of the laws, as the soul of dead Sir John knows now, or can use them as a cover to evil deeds.

He'll not let such a prize slip between his fingers if he can help it, and the times are turbulent." "Alas! alas! it is true," said Father Roger, "and that Abbot is a relentless man who sticks at nothing, having much wealth and many friends both here and beyond the seas.

Yet surely he would never dare----" "That we shall learn," interrupted Emlyn.

"Meanwhile, Sir Christopher, rouse yourself and give the orders." So Christopher summoned his men and spoke words to them at which they looked very grave, but being true-hearted fellows who loved him, said they would do his bidding.
A while later, having written out a copy of the marriage lines and witnessed it, Father Roger departed with the messenger.