We may not choose the place of our death, nor yet the time." So he showed me at last what it was to be truly a martyr, fearing not, nor yet seeking death.
"Of a truth," he ended, "the Lord may need my death by the hand of the heathen at some time, and when the time comes I shall know it, and will die gladly.

But while He gives me the power to save life blamelessly, I know that He needs me on earth yet, though I am of little worth." So we were silent after that, ever going on through the woods.

At last he laughed a little, and looked sidewise at me.
"We two are alone," he said, "therefore I do not mind saying that I have been fairly afraid--how felt you ?" "I would I might never be so frightened again," I answered, for truly I had made myself so at one with this brave man that I had forgotten that there was little fear for myself, as I have said, unless that it had been Rorik's crew who had found us, for only a few of them knew me.
We came now to a place where the trees thinned away on the brow of a hill, and I could see the broad waters of the haven through their trunks.

We had reached the crest of that little cliff over which Wilfrith's heathen had cast themselves in the great famine from which he saved them.
"Let us see the last of Bosham," the prior said sadly.

So we crept through the fern and long grass, and lying down looked out over haven and village.