"Sir Christopher travels with you to Spain as our sick Brother Luiz, who, like myself, is of that country, and desires to return there, as we know, but is too ill to do so.

You will nurse him, and on the ship he will die or recover, as God wills.

If he recovers our Brotherhood will show him hospitality at Seville, notwithstanding his crimes, and by the time that he reaches England again, which may not be for a long while, men will have forgotten all this fray in a greater that draws on.

Nor will he be harmed, seeing that the lady whom he pretends to have married is dead beyond a doubt, as you can tell him should he find his understanding." "A strange game," muttered Martin.
"Strange or no, it is my game which I must play.

Therefore question not, but be obedient, and silent also, on your oath," replied the Abbot in a cold, hard voice.