I, who know him, am his agent here, and what I do is done at his bidding.

But I must have more money than he finds me, and that is why I stirred in this matter of the Shefton lands.

Also the Lady Cicely had jewels of vast price, though I fear greatly lest they should have been lost in the fire this night." "Filthy lucre--the root of all evil," muttered Brother Martin.
"Aye, and of all good.

Money, money--I must have more money to bribe men and buy arms, to defend that stronghold of Heaven, the Church.

What matters it if lives are lost so that the immortal Church holds her own?
Let them go.