Thy two partners in rebellion, the abbots of Jervaux and Salley, have been conveyed to Lancaster Castle, whither thou wilt go as soon as thou canst be moved." "I will surrender all--silver and gold, land and possessions--to the king, if I may die in peace," groaned the abbot.
"It is not needed," rejoined the other.

"Attainted of felony, thy lands and abbey will be forfeited to the crown, and they shall be sold, as I have told thee, to John Braddyll and Richard Assheton, who will be rulers here in thy stead." "Would I had perished in the flood!" groaned the abbot.
"Well mayst thou wish so," returned his tormentor; "but thou wert not destined to die by water.

As I have said, thou shalt be hanged at thy own door, and my wife shall witness thy end." "Who art thou?
I have heard thy voice before," cried the abbot.

"It is like the voice of one whom I knew years ago, and thy features are like his--though changed--greatly changed.

Who art thou ?" "Thou shalt know before thou diest," replied the other, with a look of gratified vengeance.