One and all held their breath; while Mother Sub-Prioress--nobody quite knew why--turned upon Sister Mary Seraphine, and shook her.
"And the next moment the Prioress was among them, walking the palfrey slowly, settling her veil, which had streamed behind her as she cantered, bending to speak to one and another, as she passed.
"And the light of new life was in her eyes.

Her cheeks glowed, she seemed a girl again.
"Reining in Iconoklastes, she paused beside Mother Sub-Prioress and said----" The Bishop broke off, while he carefully stood the faggot-fork up in its corner.
"She paused and said: 'None need remain here longer than they will.
But, being up and mounted, and our Lord Bishop in no haste for the return of his palfrey, it is my intention to ride for an hour.'" Symon of Worcester turned and looked full at the Knight.
"And the Prioress rode for an hour," he said.

"For a full hour, in the sunshine, on the soft turf of the river meadow, THE PRIORESS TRIED HER WINGS.".