Quick, now, and get your cloak and hood.

I have the jewels in their case, for Maldon seeks them more even than your lands, and with them all the money I can find.

Also I have bid the sewing-girl make a pack of some garments.

Come now, come, for that Abbot is hungry and will be stirring.

There is no time for talk." Three hours later in the red glow of the sunset Christopher Harflete, watching at his door, saw two women riding towards him across the snow, and knew them while they were yet far off.
"It is true, then," he said to Father Roger Necton, the old clergyman of Cranwell, whom he had summoned from the vicarage.