Amen!" he added, stopping his maledictions quickly, for at that moment the Abbot came somewhat abruptly to the end of his speech.
The great churchman rode away on his fair white mule, with a smile and a backward wave of his hand.
"I will speak to my nephew concerning you this very day, my child," he cried.
And the countenance of that most gentle youth kept its sweet innocence and angelic grace to the last, but that of Sholto was more dark and frowning than ever..