Another head soon joined them.

The abbey gates were burst open, and the cloister filled with a maddened crowd, howling for a new victim, John Lackenheath, the warder of the barony.

Few knew him as he stood among the group of trembling monks, but he courted death with a contemptuous courage.

"I am the man you seek," he said, stepping forward; and in a minute, with a mighty roar of "Devil's son! Monk! Traitor!" he was swept to the gallows, and his head hacked from his shoulders.

Then the crowd rolled back again to the abbey gate, and summoned the monks before them.