Never mind, the thing will wait till we stand in my ancestral halls," he added, with a dry laugh.
They neared the Court.

The village church was close by the Court-wall.
It drew Belward's attention.

One by one lights were springing up in it.
It was a Friday evening, and the choir were come to practise.

They saw buxom village girls stroll in, followed by the organist, one or two young men and a handful of boys.

Presently the horsemen were seen, and a staring group gathered at the church door.