Come, come," and he ran to the altar and clasped the crucifix that stood there.

"Say the words again, or any others that you will, and I'll repeat them and take the oath, and may fiery worms eat me living for ever and ever if I break a letter of it." With a little smile of triumph in her dark eyes Emlyn bent over the kneeling man and whispered--whispered through the gathering bloom, while he whispered after her, and kissed the Rood in token.
It was done, and they drew away from the altar back to the painted saint.
"So you are a man after all," she said, laughing aloud.

"Now, man--my man--who, if we live through this, shall be my husband if you will--yes, my husband, for I'll pay, and be proud of it--listen to my commands.

See you, I am Moses, and yonder in the Abbey sits Pharaoh with a hardened heart, and you are the angel--the destroying angel with the sword of the plagues of Egypt.

To-night there will be fire in the Abbey--such fire as fell on Cranwell Towers.