The prior looked with some astonishment at Archie; for in the previous short interview he had not noticed the difference in their attire, and had supposed them to be four fishermen.

The monk, however, had marked the difference; and on inquiry, finding that Archie was a knight, had furnished him with appropriate attire.
The good monks kept a wardrobe to suit guests of all ranks, seeing that many visitors came to the holy priory, and that sometimes the wind and waves brought them to shore in such sorry plight that a change of garments was necessary.
"Ah!" the prior said, in surprise; "I crave your pardon sir knight, that I noticed not your rank when you first entered.

The light is somewhat dim, and as you stood there together at the door way I noticed not that you were of superior condition to the others." "That might well be, holy prior," Archie said, "seeing that we were more like drowned beasts than Christian men.

We have had a marvellous escape from the tempest--thanks to God and his saints!--seeing that we were blown off Rathlin, and have run before the gale down past Islay and through the Straits of Jura.

Next to the protection of God and His saints, our escape is due to the skill and courage of my brave companions here, who were as cool and calm in the tempest as if they had been sitting by the ingle fires at home." "From Rathlin!" the prior said in surprise, "and through the strait `twixt Islay and Jura! Truly that was a marvellous voyage in such a gale--and as I suppose, in an open boat.