I would fain earn my forgiveness for having shielded one heretic by helping to give up another.
"Come, Edred, let us be going.

Those priests are as crafty as foxes when the heretic leaven gets into them." The brothers dashed away again towards the house; and when once within the shelter of the walls, Julian nipped his brother's hand, saying in a whisper: "There was a spy overhead who drank in every word.

He had no notion mine eyes had seen him, for he was marvellous well concealed, and I never should have found his hiding place had I not chanced one day to see him climbing into it.

Nobody will suspect now that we have had a hand in the hiding of the good brother.

But let us make all haste, for no man knows when the bloodhounds may be upon us to strive to take him away." Edred's face was very pale, but steady and resolved.