While I was praying over him he turned his head and muttered.

I think he is only stunned.

You are skilled in medicine; come, look at him." A minute later and the Abbot knelt over the senseless form of Christopher where it lay on the filthy floor of the neat-house.

By the light of the lanterns with deft fingers he felt his wounded head, from which the shattered casque had been removed, and afterwards his heart and pulse.
"The skull is cut, but not broken," he said.

"My judgment is that though he may lie unsensed for days, if fed and tended this man will live, being so young and strong.