A pest upon the crafty rogue!" "We shall do no good loitering here, since he be really gone," remarked Edred, in a tone of vexation very like his brother's; "perchance he may have fallen into the hands of the prior through the watch of which he spoke.

I trust it may be so.

But for us, I trow we had better go back to see the end of the day's spectacle.
We can do no more at Chad.

If he is hiding he will not dare come forth now, with all the folks returning so soon; and if he has got clean away, nothing we can do will bring him back." Julian grumbled in the finest phrases he could think of as the two pursued their way back towards the priory, increasing their speed as they left Chad behind, and very quickly gaining the meadow, where the servants were already beginning to collect the horses and get them ready for their masters.
The day's proceedings were over.

Refreshments were being served in the refectory to all of the better sort.