He has no friends here to claim him, and these two were of much the same height and breadth.

Shrouded in a blanket, none would know one body from the other, and it will be thought that Andrew was buried with the rest.

Let him be promoted in his death, and fill a knight's grave." "To what purpose would you play so unholy a trick, which must, moreover, be discovered in a day, seeing that Sir Christopher lives ?" asked Martin, staring at him.
"For a very good purpose, my friend.

It is well that Sir Christopher Harflete should seem to die, who, if he is known to be alive, has powerful kin in the south who will bring much trouble on us." "Do you mean----?
If so, before God I will have no hand in it." "I said--seem to die.

Where are your wits to-night ?" answered the Abbot, with irritation.