There was nothing of the monk in his look, save perhaps in the steady glance of his eyes, where a bright intelligence and keen devotion beamed.
Julian flung his cap into the air again as he cried joyously: "Why, not even the lord prior himself would know thee now.

Sure, thou mightest almost have ridden past the spies themselves thus habited.

We may push on in open daylight now, and none will heed thy presence." Edred had now put on the riding dress which Brother Emmanuel had hitherto worn, so that on their return the same pair might be seen to re-enter the house.

The disguised monk mounted the forest pony and followed his young masters, who pushed on quietly to the coast, feeling a greater and greater security with every mile they put between themselves and their home.
It was the day for the sailing of the sloop that would carry the monk away to a safe retreat.

They were not afraid of losing the boat, for it was not to sail till nightfall; but their impatience acted like a spur, and drove them steadily forward; and save for the needful halts to refresh themselves and their beasts, they did not tarry or draw rein.
It was growing towards the westering of the sun when they beheld the great sea lying before them far below, and Edred's eyes glowed with joy as he saw the white-winged shallops flitting hither and thither on the wide expanse of blue water, and pictured how soon Brother Emmanuel would be sailing away out of the reach of peril.
Truly God had been very good in hearing and answering prayer.