Thou hast been dreaming.

No bold, bad man has forced his way within these walls.

No 'Knight of the Bloody Vest' is here.

Rise up and look.

We are alone." But Mary Antony, still on her knees, half raised herself, and, pointing to the bough above, quavered, amid her sobs: "The bold, bad man is there!" Looking up, the Prioress met the bright eye of the robin, peeping down.
Why, surely?
Yes! There was the "Bloody Vest." The Prioress smiled.