Think of it--your loving wife, the mother of your children.

And you--they have tamed you and made you their servant, their cattle-herd, the strong fellow to fetch and carry, the half-wit, as they call you, who can still be trusted to run an errand and hold his tongue, the Abbey mule that does not dare to kick, the grieve of your own stolen lands--you, whose father was almost a gentleman.

That's what they have done for you, Thomas; and for me, the Church's ward--well, I will not speak of it.

Now, if you had your will, what would you do for them ?" "Do for them?
Do for them ?" gasped Thomas, worked up to fury by this recital of his wrongs.

"Why, if I dared I'd cut their throats, every one, and grallock them like deer," and he ground his strong white teeth.
"But I am afraid.