Is the wall betwixt us gone, friend ?" He smiled as he looked at me, kindly, but sadly and shamefast, and shook his head.
Then in a while he said, "Now ye have seen the images of those who were our friends, come and see the images of those who were once our foes." So he led the way through the side screen into the chancel aisle, and there on the pavement lay the bodies of the foemen, their weapons taken from them and they stripped of their armour, but not otherwise of their clothes, and their faces mostly, but not all, covered.

At the east end of the aisle was another altar, covered with a rich cloth beautifully figured, and on the wall over it was a deal of tabernacle work, in the midmost niche of it an image painted and gilt of a gay knight on horseback, cutting his own cloak in two with his sword to give a cantle of it to a half-naked beggar.

"Knowest thou any of these men ?" said I.
He said, "Some I should know, could I see their faces; but let them be." "Were they evil men ?" said I.
"Yea," he said, "some two or three.

But I will not tell thee of them; let St.Martin, whose house this is, tell their story if he will.

As for the rest they were hapless fools, or else men who must earn their bread somehow, and were driven to this bad way of earning it; God rest their souls! I will be no tale-bearer, not even to God." So we stood musing a little while, I gazing not on the dead men, but on the strange pictures on the wall, which were richer and deeper coloured than those in the nave; till at last John Ball turned to me and laid his hand on my shoulder.