A few more struggles, and he became senseless.
But he was not destined to die thus.

What happened afterwards he knew not; but when he recovered full consciousness, he found himself stretched, with aching limbs and throbbing head, upon a couch in a monastic room, with a richly-painted and gilded ceiling, with shields at the corners emblazoned with the three luces of Whalley, and with panels hung with tapestry from the looms of Flanders, representing divers Scriptural subjects.
"Have I been dreaming ?" he murmured.
"No," replied a tall man standing by his bedside; "thou hast been saved from one death to suffer another more ignominious." "Ha!" cried the abbot, starting up and pressing his hand to his temples; "thou here ?" "Ay, I am appointed to watch thee," replied Demdike.

"Thou art a prisoner in thine own chamber at Whalley.

All has befallen as I told thee.

The Earl of Derby is master of the abbey; thy adherents are dispersed; and thy brethren are driven forth.