Throw back your hoods, show me your naked breasts, and I will admit that you are what you pretend to be." "Brothers, you have heard him," said the monk at the altar.
Then, stripping off his gown, he opened his coat, waistcoat and even his shirt.

Each monk did the same, and stood with face exposed and bared breast.

They were all handsome young men, of whom the eldest was apparently not more than thirty-five.

Their dress was elegant, but, strange fact, none was armed.

They were judges and nothing more.
"Be satisfied, Sir John Tanlay," said the monk at the altar.